[center][color=turquoise][h2][i]Nyx[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
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	As he and Eclipse Princess fought side by side, Nyx could feel the Outlaws starting to grow fearful of the devastating pair.  He even saw a few of them wising up and running from the battle, but that's roughly three people in an entire army of killers, which ends up making no difference.  As he kicked one of the many combatants into the way of Eclipse Princess' sword, he could almost make out a fireball flying overhead... 

	The momentary distraction cost him.  He was run through the midsection by a fellow assassin, the shining dagger being reddened by the Harley's blood.  Instead of falling however, Euphoria ticked and gave him just enough health to look into the fool's grinning eyes.  As that grin faded when the Outlaw realized both of the defenders remained standing, and he realized just how screwed he was.  In motion quicker than the eye could follow, Nyx shot the rogue in the knee and ripped the dagger from his stomach, the wound closing as his only combat-oriented ability activated again.  The skull seemed to bore it's way into his victims soul as he stabbed him between the ribs and forced him to the ground, and promptly removed the blade, holding it high in the air over the bleeding avatar.  Not a single enemy approached him, too frightened to do much except be cut down by the berserker fighting with the assassin.

[hider=WARNING: The aforementioned rogue suffers a painful and bloody death.  Do not read if you are very squeamish.]
		[color=turquoise]"DO NOT."[/color]

	He plunged the dagger in again, this time working to instill more fear into the army.  The blade was pulled from the poor man again.

	[color=turquoise]"FUCK."[/color]

	The piece of steel pieced flesh again, left just above the rib cage.

	[color=turquoise]"WITH ME."[/color]

	In a horrid, gut-wrenching display, he ripped the dagger downwards, breaking bones and splitting muscle until the knife bit the sorry sod's pelvis.  With a loud crack, Nyx tore the blade downwards one last time, blood and bone exploding from the corpse and coating both himself and the ground.  In a final, sickening move, he picked the body up by the neck and shoved the stiletto through its head, from temple to temple.  The body, unusable to even Necromancers, was dropped in full view of everyone.

[/hider]

	Nyx himself now fit the bill of a demon.  Coated in the blood of that poor, nameless rogue, he called out to the crowd, making a point by shooting wildly into it.  [color=turquoise]"Come and die, already!  Or run and save your precious levels, it's all up to you!"[/color]  His voice came out as something close to a growl, the mask's eyes almost seeming to glow in response to the bloodlust filling Nyx's head.

	Euphoria ticked again, and the aspect of hell in front of Corpse Collector's army smirked triumphantly.  Fear of both himself and Eclipse Princess was in their faces.
	[@KoL][hr][center][color=tan][h2][i]Jiro Katsurou[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
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	Jiro Katsurou pushed open the door to his dorm, back from the graveyard shift his manager had made him work once again.  The asshole hated him for some reason, it was probably the hair, and had no right to treat him like garbage!  Sure, he had done decently well in his Deep Ground career, claiming to have reached level 8 as a berserker before his nineteenth birthday, and it must've been true.  He'd seen the idiot's grades, it's almost like he's proud of them!  Solid D's throughout high school.  [color=tan]"Yeah, very impressive... dick."[/color]  And why the graveyard shift?  Because people need fast food for breakfast at exactly 5am.  Every.  [u]Single.[/u]  [b][u]Fucking.[/u][/b]  [u][i][b]Day.[/b][/i][/u]

	Recovering his usual aloof state from that outburst, Jiro realized just how tired he really was.  Deciding to take a shower to remove the smell of egg sandwiches and french fries (And yes, someone had come in that morning demanding a large fry for her first meal of the day), and made his way to the bathroom.  Starting the shower and allowing the water a moment to heat up, he stripped down and checked his torso in the mirror.  Just fine as always.  He entered the shower.

	After a solid twenty minutes of cleaning himself and contemplating life, he exited the bathroom to find his phone buzzing wildly in his work pants.  Throwing on a pair of pajama pants and retrieving the cell phone, reading through nearly fifteen missed calls, all from the same person.  Cyrus McCormick, an Irish exchange student he'd become close friends with at his old school.  He called the European back.

	[color=tan]"Hey Cyrus... yeah, I've been pretty good, yourself?  ...Heh, yeah.  Anyway, why'd you call?  ...Wait, what?  ...You're serious, people are actually hunting Corpse Collector down?  ...And the Black City's under seige?  By dissolutions and Outlaws?  ...Fucking Christ.  Where are you now?  ...You got killed by a level one Slime...  It's not my fault you fight with a spear!  Look, I'll call you back, Arms Slave probably needs a hand... Shut up, I know he already has four.  See ya."[/color]  Jiro  plugged his phone into its charger and collapsed onto his bed, logging into Deep Ground in the process.  Sleep felt amazing.[hr][h2][color=tan][i][center]Phantom Regality[/center][/i][/color][/h2]
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[center][h1][color=tan]Welcome, Phantom Regality.  The last location you logged off in has become the site of a battle.  Do you wish to spawn here?[/color][/h1][/center][/i]
	Without hesitation, he responded.  [color=tan]"Yes."[/color]
[center][h1][color=tan]Very well.  Good luck.[/color][/h1][/center]
	Phantom Regality spawned just outside the walls of the Black City and watched the spectacle in front of him unfold for a moment.  He saw Eclipse Princess and an assassin guarding the gate, one cutting down the distracted army and the other causing quite a bloody distraction.  On another note, he spotted Arms Slave repelling down the wall a little ways away.  Within moments he was running in his direction, attempting to catch up with the tall Avatar that vaguely reminded him of Pyramid Head.

	As he caught up finally, he noticed his intended target; the cannons assaulting the city gates.  Running alongside the Sweeper, Phantom looked up at him.  [color=tan]"I'll get behind the cannons and bond them, you just kick shit!"[/color]  Picking up the pace, he soon slid into some thick brush beside the cannoneers, and proceeded to take a black book from his belt and opened it.  A deep breath and in a readied stance, he began the incantation he'd used to cripple so many before.  [color=tan]"Qui mortuus est pro vobis, ille accipit vindicatio est..."[/color]  A black fog enveloped the cannons, nullifying visibility and slowing the cannoneers progressively, likely long enough for Arms Slave to arrive and spill blood.  All in all, Necrotic Bond had taken hold.

	Phantom Regality, for the first time, was in no immediate danger for the first time while using that ability.
	[@Lucius Cypher]