[color=8493ca][center][h3]Moon Rider[/h3][/center][/color]
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The gentle hum of an energy blade was only dissuaded by the cries and calls of its fallen victims. Moon Rider narrowed her eyes as she cut down yet another interloper, watching as their coding dispersed before fading away. Yet another defeated enemy who once had thoughts of taking on the Black King head on. Moon Rider had to give her enemy some credit; at least the Corpse Collector was smart enough to send others into the castle with her.

She wouldn’t know it, but the Hacker had begun spawning random Outlaws into the castle with the hopes of flushing her target out. Though just like the case with Smitten Kitten, the Outlaws landed in sporadic locations and none were any closer to their goal than the others. Not that Corpse Collector minded too much since the idea of putting them in a less desirable position made her chuckle with glee.

But what went on in the head of her deranged enemy wasn’t Moon Rider’s problem. At least not at the moment. Right now the Black King was focused on moving slowly, ever slowly. Each deliberate movement drew out a confident opponent, only to be struck dead at how fast the Black King moved. The shadow of a smirk was seen on Moon Rider’s face, the light of battle shining in her eyes. Yes…it had been some time since she could indulge herself like this.

Those who dared to take her on were cut down. Those who were smart tried to hide or flee. It didn’t matter either way for Moon Rider always found her prey in due time. Thus, she had to restrain herself as her eye caught a Player most unfortunate. The Black King had stabbed another Outlaw through his heart and by the time Smitten Kitten could even focus, a handgun was aimed at her head.

[color=8493ca]“You’re the one I was pursuing a while ago. Hard to imagine someone with a cute Avatar like that working for scum like this,”[/color] Moon Rider said evenly, eyes reflecting the thin membrane that held her back from killing the other Player. [color=8493ca]“You’re not attacking so you must be smart enough to know who I am….and a Level 1 at that? Either you’re really bold or you must want that death wish.”[/color]

Farther away from that confrontation, outside where the battle raged actually, there was one Player who had went unaccounted for in this chaos and mayhem. Having placed on a cloaking device, the Avatar known only as [url=http://i.imgur.com/ftM2hii.jpg]Stark Zealot[/url] kept a close eye on the siege from a distance away. As a spy for the White King, it was only natural he be hidden in plain sight, his visor focusing in on Eclipse Princess in particular.

Even further away in the Red Guild, the Red King himself suddenly appeared by Nyx’s side. Seems he was much quieter when he wanted to be despite his battle-readied nature. With that ever constant frown on his face, [url=https://revolutionarysilver.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/guilty-crown-scrooge.png]Crimson Streak[/url] glanced over at Nyx.

[color=ed1c24]“Now that I really care at the moment, but I hear the Ebony Strykers are being attacked. And seeing as you haven’t made any reports in a while, I can’t help but think you have something to do with this,”[/color] the King said, letting a moment to pass for Nyx to answer before shrugging. [color=ed1c24]“But it’s like I just said; not my problem. But I do think you should check it out.”[/color]

Streak turned away, hands placed in the pockets of his coat. Thoughts flitted through his mind, especially those involved a certain comatose girl…but that would have to wait for the moment. Whatever was happening at the Black City, it would definitely affect them all. He could feel it…

[color=ed1c24]“Consider it a spying mission for the Harleys,”[/color] he called out to Nyx before leaping away out of sight.
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