[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/xpoJMsz.png[/img][/center][center][color=maroon][h2]Welcome back, Nyx.[/h2][/color][/center]
	Out of what seemed to be thin air, the muffled voice of Nyx picked up where Verdant Grin left off.  [color=maroon]"Everyone I've ever known has said punk ass bitch, but whatever floats your boat."[/color]  The assassin materialized right beside the Green King with his signature pistol in hand, pointed up at the man's head from his squatted position.  The trigger was already half-squeezed, the red aura of Vendetta's damage boost just begging to be let loose from the barrel.  Beneath the mask, he chuckled to himself before letting the bullet loose on the king, all factors into that shot dropping a 210% flat damage boost right into his skull.  It was times like these where Nyx was glad to have ended up with an ability called Regicide.

	Ready for the coming fight, provided Verdant survived that ridiculous burst that screamed a hatred of all things living, the assassin backed down the golem's back, dropping a caltrop bomb right behind him to both bleed the beast to death and give him yet another edge against a Lv9 opponent.  At this point, the odds were probably stacked in his favor.

[center][@TheWindel][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/iqNYUzq.png[/img][/center][center][color=tan][h2]Jiro Katsurou[/h2][/color][/center]
	Jiro, with honestly nothing else to do following the disappointment in a warm soda and Kosuke getting put in a trash can for some reason, decided now was a good time to report in to Deep Ground to see exactly what was going on.  And so, plopping himself down in one of the chairs kept back stage, he allowed himself to meld into the giant server everyone was connected to.
[center][img]i.imgur.com/XcVYNVc.png[/img][/center][center][color=tan][h2]Welcome back, Phantom Regality.[/h2][/color][/center]
	Phantom Regality logged into Deep Ground just in time to see the last of the White Guild retreat.  Sure, something seemed off there, but without Arms Slave of someone of similar caliber to support, he was virtually useless.  So for now, he decided to sit himself down in the Black City's Sanctuary and wait for his comrades to get on.[hr][center][color=sienna][h2]Aderyn Finch[/h2][/color][/center]
	A light, pained groan would be heard by Masae upon entering the Bat Cave, the source being Aderyn.  In the aftermath of the fight, she had been trapped under the rolling chair and her left leg had been dislocated at the knee, an odd lump forming on the outside of her leg thanks to the damage done.  [color=sienna]"Masae... Masae, down here... Get me to the nurse's office, please..."[/color]  On the verge of passing out, the Welsh girl made a sad attempt to push the chair off of her, to no avail.  [color=sienna]"I'm gonna drop into DGO, I can do more good from there."[/color]  She knew that she would be getting an earful from her crush once she was disconnected from the server, but for now, she was actually needed online from what she had gathered in her phone blowing up with a group chat.  Without waiting for a response, she logged in, leaving Masae to either help or leave her in the sound booth.
[center][color=sienna][h2]Welcome back, Warhawk.[/h2][/color][/center]
	Moments of planning and figuring out where everyone was later, talking with fellow members of the Cobalt Bruisers in chat, and a quick refresher in the laws of aviation, Warhawk set a meticulous plan to take down some of the White Guild's heavy hitters was put into motion...

	From Broker of Fortune's tank, a lone figure could be seen flying high over the horizon towards them, bouncing wildly off buildings and occasionally the ground with a [url=https://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Rocket_Jumper]bright orange rocket launcher[/url] on her shoulder.  With how fast she was moving now, one could argue that she was breaking the very physics of the game, but all questions would be silenced as a familiar [url=https://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Market_Gardener]green shovel[/url] was formed from her belt, the launcher being discarded.  She was counting on the sheer unpredictability of a combat tactic from an old game of their parent's generation; Trolldiering.

	If all went well, Warhawk would be slapping Edel Faust across the face with a shovel to take off a good chunk of her health.  If not, the iconic sound of broken ankles and fall damage, likely followed by her near-death.  From there, it would be bloody.

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