Azga paused in his hiding spot as he received a message. Blinking, he pressed his back to the wall and made sure no dissolutions were looking his way as he pulled up the screen. It was from someone called 'Arms Slave.'

"I'm gonna kill you all, I'm gonna kill your friends and your family, I'm gonna track down your grandparents and turn them inside-out, nobody can stop the blood train that will turn your loved ones into a red splatter across the tracks of humanity!"

Azga blinked at the message and lifted an eyebrow. Who was this 'Arms Slave?' And how exactly had they come to know of him, anyways? At this moment, to his knowledge, Azga was a nobody. Was this just some sort of... troll? The blonde magician scratched his cheek. Nobody knew who Azga was in real life and vice versa, what he was reading was just an empty threat. He smirked, clicking the option to reply to the message. 

[hider=Arms Slave]
[b]To:[/b] Arms Slave
[b]From:[/b] Azga the Amazing
[b]Subject:[/b] NO SUBJECT

Dear Arms Slave,

Fuck your mother.

Sincerely,
A
[/hider]

Ah... now that that untidy business was done, he noticed the dissolutions had left the area and managed to run all the way to the headquarters of the Black Guild. Stepping inside, he looked around, keeping his guard up. It seemed deserted to him...