[h2]Flint Dunigan - Belka Graveyard (Yesterday)[/h2]

Flint had to admit, it seemed that this guild had more credit to it than he had originally thought of when he first viewed the guild from that tavern window. They had power, he could clearly see that from the massive amount of attacks soaring from almost every direction around the beast, and their onslaught of attacks were precise to the dot as they crashed into the monster. Their stance, their forms, and especially their attitudes were far different from the past rambunctious guilds that toted the land. He had pegged this guild wrong, he had  thought of them as if they were some average thugs, but that was something that he would have to apologize for in the future. However, the beast was still rearing its ugly face, even after the great variety of magic being pelted at the rotted flesh, the creature was floating from the ground as the afflicted wounds were being nullified from its amazing regeneration powers. Though, it was only after a brief delay, a sudden blast erupted from inside the monster, a brilliant display of fireworks rumbling inside the beast before the dancing lights escaped from the ruined body. That was something new, it would have taken someone insane to latch explosives from the beast while this many attacks were being launched at the monster, but it seemed that it paid off due to the undead monstrosity unable to regroup itself after the devastating attack. The beast soon after tumbled to the side from the explosion, the rather convenient cliff dropping the enemy into an unending abyss of death.

It was silent those few still seconds after the defeat, the adrenaline within everyone was still pumping through their veins as that situation had called for either life or death. Though, it didn't take too long for the realization that these people had won their hard fought fight, they had started cheering, dancing, and other short burst of victory along the ruined graveyard. Flint, he tilted his hat towards the group before his horse trotted towards the cowboy. His Arcane Arm was still steaming from the expensive attack, his reserves within the weapon were almost null, but it was worth the energy as it seemed that everything was fine for the moment by this rather odd guild. Petting his horse, he looked closely upon the battlefield of victory before his eyes were starting to visualize something rather strange. A moving swarm of darkness started to converge with each other, the blackness swallowing up the short-lived cheerfulness of the area. He squinted hard at the swarm as they latched onto the corpse of a random man, Flint was absolutely ready to burn these little things alive as from under his poncho a whirring sound was heard from underneath. Though, before he could act, the eerie corpse started to send a chilling message to all of those that stood dumbstruck from the act. Shortly after, the corpse soon exploded in a fire of odd colors and left everyone in a rather confused and tired state. "This is what you people face everyday?" Flint remarked, tipping his hat down as he found this entire situation completely ludicrous from the moment he had entered their story.