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[color=#008b45][H2]ARMS SLAVE[/H2][/color]
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Arms Slave awoke in the sanctuary once more. To his surprise, the Sanctuary was much more crowded than it usually was. On occasion one might be able to find ten or so players hanging around the Sanctuary, most waiting for their friends. But here there were at least 50+ sitting across opposite sides of each other. The tension was thick enough to make a milkshake out of it. If it wasn’t for the Sanctuary’s Peacebond status effect, he was certain that these people would be at eachother’s necks. But why? Walking up to an isolated player Arms Slave tried to get some answers. 

[color=#008b45]”What’s going on here?”[/color]

“Civil war man. There was an argument on the guild chat and suddenly everyone started fighting each other! People are trying to push the Sweepers out of the Ebony Strykers, but I don’t think it’s working. Right now they have PKers and tanks right outside the entrance ready to kill anyone who tries to escape.”

[color=#008b45]”Well then…”[/color]

Arms Slave knew that there was fighting but this was bad. Why can’t the Ebony Strykers just chill out for a week? Seems like every few days they’re having drama. Still, now wasn’t the time to rest. His body still felt the phantom pain of getting torn apart by Moon Rider, and he was pretty certain his actual body had fainted now. Arms Slave’s memories were starting to become sporadic and he couldn’t focus too well. [color=#008b45]”Tch… Dying here for all places, what a way to go…”[/color]

Arms Slave started moving around the Sanctuary trying to gauge the numbers outside. He didn’t know who was a Stryker or Sweeper, but unfortunately if he plans to stop this siege, he’d have to fight both. He counted seven tanks total, and roughly thirty outlaws. He could tell there were two sides and one side had the most tanks at five, but he only saw ten players. The other had two tanks but more outlaws, most of them dug in at defensive positions on and around the buildings. And the tanks, Arms Slave recognized them as the looted wheel cannons from the last battle. It was a shame that they were wasting their hard earn loot on this petty civil war, but nothing Arms Slave can do about it now.

Taking out some warhammers Arms Slave debated taking on the tanks. He could take their attacks and they had far less outlaws who could shut him down with skills. But he couldn’t do it alone, and even if he did it would only give the opposing side an opening to fire at them, which may end up killing him too. No, he needed an opening. Something to catch their attention before he goes ham on them.

[@Jedly][@Mega Birb][@Bombardier]

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[color=#cd2626][H2]DARK WRAITH[/H2][/color][/center]

Dark Wraith and her battalion wasted no time getting to the market. Three tanks had been sent to do hit-and-run right between the deadzone of the Ebony Strykers and Sweepers, dodging and weaving stray shots while returning a few of their own. While they failed to actually destroy any tanks, they got their attention and started to sow confusion. Meanwhile the rest of the tank battalion blitzed the flanks, using their superior firepower to break through the more crude barricades meant to stop the Stryker tanks. Dark Wraith made a mental note that they needed to seriously upgrade their equipment to Cobalt level if they hoped to actually use mobile armor in the coming battles. This was just sad.

That being said, the insurgents weren’t completely defenseless. What they lacked in firepower, the wheel cannons had mobility and a lighter frame. This allowed for some very unexpected acrobatics. With no regard for the destruction they caused, the wheel cannons pounced on the cobalt tanks by ramping off various structures, or even more insanely, propelling themselves into the air using their own cannon fire. And while the wheelcannons couldn’t hope to penetrate the armor with their guns, they could certain do massive damage with a head-on collision.It seemed to have been an intentional design for these new tanks to ram into enemies, both infantry and armor.

But while this was largely a tank battle, that didn’t mean one couldn’t rely on their avatar skills either. Dark Wraith made use of her Force Cage to block oncoming kamikaze wheel cannons and give them an opening to fire back. But once they made it halfway through the battlefield, Dark Wraith turned to Broker. [color=#cd2626]”This is where we part. Take care of the enemies here.”[/color]

[@Lonewolf685]

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A huge meteor flew through the cosmos, smashing right into anyone unfortunate enough to not be able to avoid it. How much damage it did was unknown; what could be said however, was that there were no survivors. Once the meteor passed the entire reality marble fell, and with it the rogue, Arkadius, and Hellfire’s Corpse. Outside the field the rogue was on her knees, tired and exhausted from channeling her spellcard. But seeing Hellfire dead, she dragged her body over to him and took out what looked to be a paper tailisman. She stuck it onto his forehead, bringing him back from the cusp of death at only 10% HP. The rogue herself wasn’t looking too hot at 20% health, most of it lost when she was being chased.

For a while she just laid there tired and exhausted before squeaking out a statement. [b]”T-thank you…”[/b]

[@RoflsMazoy][@Scarifar]