Krieg felt the pressure of the stranger release, allowing the Psycho to stand up in a sudden manner. He grinned at Ranma before saying to him, "I'm so happy I could KILL you!" Ranma would most likely regret letting him roam free once again. As he looked around, there seemed to be new people coming from the sky, this was similar to the moon shots that Hyperion sends down to deploy their droids, but this time living things were being dropped! However, the giant metal robot seemed to be similar to the loader-bots, but it wasn't decked with flesh ripping weapons, so it was safe... For now. Krieg was pacified for now, the pain had calmed him down, but causing him pain could also make him go livid in rage... Hey, he is still a psycho at heart.
"Ok... I don't think anyone really wants to talk to us, that is good. Further they are, less of a change you can slice off arms."
"I like my treasure like I like my baby steaks, raaaaare..."
"This is why no one wishes to talk to us." Krieg started to chuckle madly, however, the smell of food soon brought him over to the new stranger. She started to speak some nonsense that Krieg didn't understand, but he soon found that she was cooking food, and food was always something good for ones health. The Psycho walked over to the cooking lady, with a furious scream of laughter, he would order his food. "I WANT A SKIN PIZZA WITH EXTRA ROADKILL ON TOP!"
"Ugh, no. We had constipation for months after we ate that, and I'm not even sure if it was the pizza that completely gave us the constipation. You eat a lot of weird shit. So, irder something normal, or you'll lose the privilege to piss on corpses."
"UrrghhhhH! I WANT A HUMAN RIB- EXTRA-RARE STEAK TO GO!" Krieg soon saw another moon shot hit the ground, and it seemed this creature was very different from the others. It looked like some sort of small, deformed, outrider. He walked over to the Dizzy and screamed out his answer to the question. "I LIKE THE DYING SCREAMS OF MY ENEMIES AS I TEAR INTO THEIR BLOOD CANALS FROM THEIR WARM MEAT CHUCKS!"
The Overlord was getting impatient, there was nothing to gain from here but more confusing riddles and more annoying people inside of this bar. He was used to being the solo villain inside of his adventures, ruling over the loyal minions was the only company he trusted and needed on the battlefield. He tried contacting Gnarl once again, but it resulted in static leaving the Overlord extremely pissed. He hasn't noticed any of the snipers lining up their shots, and he would have already destroyed, killed, and stolen all the loot and life force from the building as he would have pleased, but that would only be with the minions. He was strong, yes, but he relied more on his minions to take the brunt and do most of the damage for him. The Overlord slightly grumbled, he could most likely take over half of the people inside his room, but it would result in his death. He grumbled even more, he shall personally torture every single person in this bar by the end of this adventure.
Pissed off, and not being able to kill anyone without being killed himself, he walked towards the exit to leave the accursed place. Pushing the door open, he found himself back in the unfamiliar landscape that was known as the City. He looked around, his glowing eyes scanning the area before spotting something shifting the darkness. It was human, the figure seemed that it belonged to a human, but he knew all to well about judge things by appearance before brutally murdering them. The Overlord's hand soon started to spark in fire, a bright flame spawning from his hand to see the figure outside of the tavern, lurking about.