[hider=1.Watch This City Burn][center][b]Stalwart Bruiser-White King[/b][/center] Bruiser smiled when he saw the small battalion of War Machines charging toward him, it was exactly what he wanted. He found particular interest in the one called 'Scythe', it wasn't like the others, more melee focused than it's comrades. It's heavily armored chassis and swinging blades tugged at the White King's heart. He was going to take it and paint it white. With that thought in mind, Bruiser dug his heels into the ground, arms outstretched and ready to take on the vehicles. While to any onlooker, it may have seem just a tad bit suicidal, The White King always had a method to his tanking. And in this case, it was getting close enough to view 'Scythe's' pilot and their username. "Lunatic Brigadier, you poor noob." He muttered as he put one of his feet back, like one would see a linebacker doing. Of course in this case, there wouldn't be much of a touchdown, just pain and desolation for the Sweeper. Locking on to Brigadier, Bruiser activated his [i]Carbonate![/i] skill, jetting forward to meet 'Scythe' face to face. The blades managed to get a good chunk of his health as he crashed through the windshield. Both he and Brigadier tumbling towards the back of the vehicle from the momentum and speed at which the White King was going. Bruiser of course was the first to get up, albeit in a much worse state than he would like to admit. With a grunt, he picked up the assassin class Sweeper. "Whoa, wait. What are you doing?!" Brigadier asked with a tone of panic, struggling to free himself from the King's grip. "Justice....and killing you. That's a thing too." Bruiser responded as he tossed the poor Sweeper outside of the broken glass he had arrived in. Watching as 'Scythe's" blades quickly took care of the rest. He did feel the tiniest bit of sympathy for the guy, but honestly, he would probably respawn after the cooldown anyways. Quickly taking the controls of the War Machine, The White King set it against the other vehicles behind it. Or he would have, if the out pour of Dissolutions didn't distract him. They came in all their different shapes and sizes, and all of them were directed against the last defenses of the Fanged Rangers and their other allies. Why were the NPCs siding with the Strykers and Sweepers? There shouldn't be anything like that in-game, at least, nothing he was aware of. The confusion just made him angrier, especially at the one person he considered responsible. Moon Rider. Unfortunately, he could nothing more to help his allies or hinder his opponents, he couldn't even see the Green's Guild Hall at this point. His own ability would just make it even worse if he even tried to get close. So, he did the only thing he could. He fled. [/hider] [Hider=2.Unrest In The House of Ivory][center][b]Richie Barret-Stalwart Bruiser[/center][/b] Switching into 50/50 mode, Richie hurriedly began to type on his keyboard, looking up any and all information he could find on Dissolutions and their habits. Bruiser was put into auto mode, driving the war machine back to the White Guild. As his screen showed nothing useful, except for some early reports in the forum as to what happened in Green Territory, Richie was beginning to feel something bad well up inside of him. For once it wasn't anger or some need to try and be heroic. It was fear. A cold, dark, and silent fear. It took a hold of the young teen, giving him imagined visions of what was to become of his own Guild. They were going to come after his people at some point, the people he had promised to fight for. The ones he had wanted to secure a better future for. It hurt to admit it, but he was going to have to do something drastic to protect them. He had made the plan up when he was still under the last White King, a more 'what would you do if..' type of thing. He never imagined the day he would actually put it in action. But then again, fear was a far more devastating driver than anger. Switching back into a full dive, Bruiser continued to cruise into White Territory. Mirthlessly opening up his Guild Member List, he began to check each and every members' name on it but his own. He made sure though, to read and every one as he did so. [i]Pernicious Innovator[/i] [i]Mendicant Bias[/i] [i]White Death[/i] These people had either stuck by him as he rose to take the title of White King, or joined through his promises of greater things to those who would listen. He wasn't going to be able to make good on any of what he did, or perhaps he would? Perhaps this would let them achieve their goals on their own, maybe they would join the Black Guild? They would be safe at least that way, and in the end, that's all he wanted. He clicked confirm without hesitating. In what seemed like an instant, the guild list shortened to only one name. He had exiled them all, banned them from bearing the name and target of the Ivory Masks. "Heroes sacrifice for others." He muttered in the driver seat, trying to find some solace in what he just did. . He couldn't stop the flow of anger that came afterwards. All of this happened because of [i]her[/i], why did [i]she[/i] have to kill the last Kings? Why couldn't [i]she[/i] have just stayed in the dark, the same place he had just put himself. Getting out of 'Scythe', Bruiser decided to take his anger out on the last part of his fail-safe. The White Guild Hall itself. With a choked roar that rung in his ears long after he had finished, The White King set to demolish his own headquarters. If and when they did come to attack it, there would be nothing for them. Not even a King. He wasn't sure what he was anymore. At the moment however, he didn't care. There was just blind fury raining down on something he had fought so hard to build up. He would avenge it, somehow, someway. He would make the Ivory Road from the ground up again, when the Black King was just a worn out footnote in the forums.[/hider] [hider=3.Due Vendetta][center][b]Richie Barret[/b][/center] He doesn't remember logging off, on the other hand, he does remember why his throat feels hoarse and his pillow is wet unfortunately. Despite his fearsome anger and devastating blows in game, Richie was for all intents and purposes just as confused and angry as any fifteen year old boy would be in his situation. He had done something stupid and impulsive, something he couldn't take back. There was no course of action for him now but to destroy Moon Rider, completely and thoroughly. And he knew the one person to ask for help in doing that. Quickly logging back into the forums, Richie sent a message to the Orange King. - - - From: Stalwart Bruiser To: Conquest Pantheon Subject: What you said... Hey, I remember back in the group conversation that you had an alternate plan to defeat Moon Rider...Maybe I can help? You'll probably hear about it soon, but I don't have anything anymore. I gave it up before she could take it from me....Just, if you're interested in something different than the alliance, message back and we'll meet up. - - - He didn't know if he would reply or not, but it was the only chance he had now to surmount some sort of retaliation. His thoughts drifted back toward his guild, or the people formally in it. Richie hoped they were doing okay, but he was thankful none of them knew his identity outside of the game, he couldn't bear to face them. Not yet at least.[/hider]