Silver Streaker
"Silver kick!"The body of the Silver Streaker flew with foot outstretched, shining in the light of the sun, colliding with the face of a hapless outlaw, smacking the poor rogue backwards onto his back. The Silver Streaker retracted his foot as the outlaw was sent sprawling and ducked into a roll, coming up with a ready stance in front of the prone rogue. A girl lay cowering nearby, a would be victim of the outlaw rogue's vicious sneak attack.
"You won't get away with that on my watch!" The Silver Streaker said, grinning.
The rogue scrabbled backwards before getting upright. Although the Silver Streaker had named the kick, it was really just a normal flying kick, putting "normal" in quotation marks because flying kicks weren't exactly common. Having said that, it'd done a fair amount of damage and it'd had the intended effect. The outlaw was pretty pissed now. Pissed that a bald streaker came in to stop him from killing his prize, a level 1 new player.
"Don't get in my way, freak!" The rogue yelled.
The outlaw activated one of his avatar skills, flinging 5 ethereal knives in a deadly arc towards the Silver Streaker, but the Streaker wasn't worried. The silver streaker bent his knees and jumped, sailing clear of the throw, landing behind the rogue. The outlaw began panicking and whirled around before hastily taking aim. The rogue fired his machine pistol in various directions, but the Silver Streaker rolled to the side and began sprinting towards the panicking rogue. As the Silver Streaker came close, the outlaw put a hand on his knife. The Silver Streaker quickly came within striking distance and drew back his fist as if to punch the outlaw, but the outlaw was ready. Sliding out, the knife snaked outwards, speeding to meet the Silver Streaker's reckless charge. However, when the blade arrived, the Streaker vanished. Target gone, the rogue stumbled forward from the momentum of his swing.
"Nice try," The Streaker said, reappearing behind the outlaw.
"but you're too slow. Take this!"The Streaker bent low, fist drawn back as the rogue quickly began to turn. The rogue spun around quickly to look behind him at the Silver Streaker, or rather, the Silver Streaker's fist. As the rogue turned his head, Tim's silver fist rose up to connect with his chin. The Silver Streaker jumped, bringing his fist with him. The poor rogue's head was dragged along for the ride, pulled up by the force of the Silver Streaker's punch.
"SHINING..." The Silver Streaker said as he rose.
The two bodies rose in unison, one boosting the other. As he rose, the sun shone on his outstretched fist, reflecting a dull white light onto his arm. As he rose, the light became more intense before reaching its peak as the Streaker reached the crest of his jump.
"UPPERCUT!!" The Streaker yelled.
The Silver Streaker had reached the apex of his jump, but the outlaw's body didn't stop. The punch had sent the rogue flying through the air as the Silver Streaker neatly landed on the floor, still on his feet. The opposing outlaw wasn't so lucky.
The rogue landed head first, some distance away, but quickly got up, health bar half empty. His legs were shaking as he took aim at the metal menace.
"This is your last chance." The Silver Streaker said threateningly.
"If you run away, I won't chase you..."The rogue looked to the Streaker, and to the the quarry behind the metallic threat, and then back to the streaker. Wisely, the outlaw turned around and sprinted away. The Silver Streaker stared after his vanishing red nameplate, only relaxing after it had shrunk to a vague red smear on the horizon. He sighed, releasing his pent up tension before turning to his rescuee.
"Hey, are you -" He said as he turned, only to see a gun barrel aimed at his face.
The Silver Streaker moved his head as the gun went off. The bullet whizzed past his ear, nicking his health bar. The girl - also a rogue, it seemed - sat on the ground, gun pointed at the Streaker's head, shaking on the floor.
"Pervert!" She yelled, before shooting again.
"Woah!" The Streaker said, dodging the shot.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, but I gotta run!"The Silver Streaker ducked and weaved away as the girl took pot shots at him before his skill cooldown went away and he disappeared into the distance. The wrath of the girl couldn't be avoided by him, however, and as he slowed down a long distance away, a bleeping sound emerged from his interface.
[You have been reported.] It said.
"Aw, man, not again." The Streaker sighed, slowing down.
The Silver Streaker stopped and opened his interface to get rid of the reported message. In all honesty, he was probably one of the most reported players in the entire game, but it's not like he could help it. It wasn't really his choice to be basically naked, but he didn't mind it so much anymore. Not as much as he used to anyway.
As he dismissed the notification, he noticed he had a message in his inbox. Opening it, he noticed that it was a guild invitation from the black king, oddly enough. He was sure that the black king had closed off his guild. And besides that, he didn't know why he was invited. It was likely that he'd refuse, but he was curious as to why the black king would send one to him of all people.
"Well, I should probably go over there to see what this is all about." The Streaker said.
"It's not really that far anyway."Indeed, it was actually pretty close to where he was right now. Where Tim had been before was a 20 minute walk away, roughly, and the Streaker was closer now. He would get there quickly if he sprinted. Tim got up, brushing himself off. Stretching his limbs, he quickly sped off towards the black city.
A few minutes later...
The streak of silver had to slow down near the city borders, however. A massive wave of dissolutions had somehow populated the city. Coming to a complete stop on a nearby hill, he spotted the ominous obsidian towers mired by a veritable black fog of dissolution monsters.
"What the heck is going on?" The Streaker said, confused.
Everywhere he looked, dissolutions. From his high vantage point, he could see some outlaw groups managing to hold back the tide, but they wouldn't last long. The Silver Streaker looked down and saw something close to him. A group of people had begun combating the dissolutions. Three of them, to be precise. One with a halberd, one with a massive greatsword and one with no perceivable weapon. The greatsword wielding person did a good chunk of damage to the surrounding dissolutions, but the remaining ones reacted, attempting to overwhelm one with numbers and fusing to make a more formidable threat.
"Woah, that looks bad!" The Streaker said.
Without thinking, the Silver Streaker quickly sprinted down the hill. As he sped down to the chaotic scene, he yelled a warning.
"INCOMING!" He yelled, coming up to the team fast.
"SILVER KICK!"The Silver Streaker's foot rocketed into one of the dissolutions menacing the weapon-less girl, knocking it into its 'friends'. The Silver Streaker landed on his hands and knees before getting up and readying a stance, facing the remaining dissolutions.
"Morning!" He said to the group, grinning.
"Would you like a hand to fight these guys?"
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