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The Silver Streaker

The black city was famous in player circles as a den of outlaws. The black guild who'd once run the city had been a force to be reckoned with, allegedly, boasting strong members and one of the fiercest kings to have ever lived. Ever since the black guild collapsed, the 'less wholesome' part of Deep Ground migrated to the derelict city, like homeless people squatting at abandoned warehouses. Since then, it was said that you couldn't go far in the Black City without tripping over outlaws demanding 'protection costs' or just shooting them outright. It was of popular opinion, of both normal players and outlaws, that the black city was a sort of safe zone for the outlaws, and would remain so for a long time.

If only they could see it now.

It had taken some time for the Silver Streaker to get to the scene, despite being one of the faster avatars on Deep Ground. Derelict as it was, the Black City was as large as it had ever been. No matter how much the outlaws had abused it, the structure and landscape remained as a testament to the black guild's once mighty power, and it was clear that the black guild was more than just remnants.

"Well Damn." The Silver Streaker said.

He was on a ruined wall overlooking a certain block of buildings. A block of buildings where blood was being spilled by the dozen. A dozen outlaws, perhaps. Maybe more. All targeting one person. A dark-haired swordswoman weaved in and out of the crowd, dodging bullets with unparalleled ease. In her hand was a curious silver cylinder which projected a glowing plasma blade with every swing. A lightsaber, if Tim had ever seen one. He had, but never in Deep Ground.

The swordswoman dodged and slashed with amazing precision and accuracy, killing outlaws left and right. She didn't use abilities or feats, only pure skill. Tim was mesmerised by the display of skill, the way she killed them with the smallest amount of effort, destroying a dozen outlaws within a minute. Tim almost couldn't believe that she was done so soon, but the outlaws were all dead and the swords-woman quickly moved on, disappearing behind the buildings.

Tim stared after the skilled swords-woman, wondering how long they must have spent in deep ground to be that strong. Evidently, she was extremely high levelled, but levels could only get you so far. Her laser sword must've been exceptional, but that would also only take her so far. She seemed to be very experienced at the game, enough to know exactly how to kill in the most efficient way possible.

"That's some skill..." The Silver Streaker said out loud.

Tim debated following the swords-woman, but decided against it. Turning on the wall, he jumped off and began running through the streets again.

Looks like she's mopping up all of the outlaws for some reason. Tim thought. Best not to get in her way.

Tim didn't want to come between her prey and her sword, so he didn't follow the girl. He didn't know who she was and she didn't know him, but the Silver Streaker had been attacked before by people who didn't know him, and if the girl did mistake him for an enemy, he'd probably die.

Hm, where to now? Tim thought.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. Something like a roar, similar to a dissolution, but somewhat different. It sounded, bigger, somehow. The Silver Streaker stopped and turned to the direction of the noise. The sound came again, and Tim jumped into a nearby building, running up the stairs to the roof. As he emerged, what he saw made him stop in surprise. A huge dissolution, heading towards the black city. 

The Silver Streaker crouched behind the roof railing, trying to observe without being seen. The dissolution didn't seem to notice him, but continued its march towards the city. Tim could see outlaws surrounding it, as if to jump onto it.

"What are they..." The Streaker said.

Some of the outlaws jumped and the dissolution caught them in mid-air, bringing them to its massive mouth and swallowing them whole. Even then, the outlaws kept coming, jumping up only to be eaten or squashed.

"What the heck are they doing!?" The Silver Streaker yelled, jumping up.

The outlaws submitted themselves, and the dissolution grew stronger. It reached down to pick the final outlaw, lifting the poor person in front of its face and swallowing him in one gulp. All of the outlaws were gone now, and the dissolution made to find more prey, heading to the black city.

"This is gonna be bad." The Streaker said.

The Silver Streaker jumped off of the roof into another building, sprinting and jumping onto another. He made his way to the massive dissolution. It was heading to the black city, and while he didn't know why, he wanted to stop it.
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