Moon Rider frowned, her usual expression, before lowering her gun. What Newt said was the obvious, though the Black King didn’t comment on the fact. She didn’t sense or see any movement from their mysterious pursuer and so saw it fit to ignore it for now. The destruction of her District was more important anyway and if their stalker did pull out an Outlaw Contract there would be no way for them to win against a full-fledged Colored King.
“We’ll deal with that one later,” Moon Rider finally said, referring to the hiding Smitten Kitten.
“But you’re right, we need to deal with that thing first. It wouldn’t look good for the Ebony Strykers if their Black King can’t even defend her own city.”Suddenly, Moon Rider found herself whirling around again on instinct, aiming her gun at someone new now. The Black King was about to fire, believing this newcomer to be their pursuer, before she noticed that the female Avatar wasn’t in a battle stance. Reading above her head, she soon found the new Player to be called Eclipse Princess. Lowering her gun down yet again, Moon Rider kept her guard up just in case.
“You’re standing in the middle of Ebony Stryker territory. Right about now, that same territory will be destroyed by that thing,” Moon Rider answered, pointing to the massive Dissolution in the background.
“Either you can help us destroy it or you can leave us alone. I don’t have time for stragglers.”Further into the city, the NPCs that Hyde had approached gave him a look of pure confusion. It had been quite some time since an actual Player had interacted with them, let alone someone asking for the Black King’s presence. So it took a while for their coding to process his request before answering his call.
“The Black King is in her throne room. She never leaves her throne room,” the first one answered. The other two, making three in total, nodded in agreement to their partner’s words, mumbling that the Black King never left her throne room.
Unfortunately, such words were almost drowned out to the sound of a thunderous roar. It came from the Level 5 Dissolution, who howled in rage and pain as the Silver Striker let loose another attack. Once again, the blow did some damage, but certainly not enough to kill the thing or even cripple it. It hissed, ready to unleash another plume of murderous fog before a bright blue flame caught its unholy attention.
It pivoted its ugly maw in Unrelenting Jukebox’s direction, its beady eyes narrowing as it charged at the low leveled Player, knocking down buildings and monuments all around. Smoke from the decimated rubble covered the area, blocking both Nies’ and Jukebox’s field of vision. Raising its arm, the Dissolution roared before swiping down at him.
But before the move could connect, the arm stiffened in place, forcibly reeled back and bound to one of the Black District’s many buildings.
Finally, someone had even stabbed the beast, dragging their blade into its skin and racing atop its hide. A snarl escaped the Dissolution’s jaws before it hurled another cloud of noxious gas, this time along its own body.
The spray covered a wide area, and it seemed that the poison was even having an effect on the creature itself. Its HP began to slowly crawl back up, rendering the actions of the assaulting Players near meaningless.
