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[H2][color=#008b45]ARMS SLAVE[/color] [COLOR=BLACK]&[/COLOR] [color=#cd2626]DARK WRAITH[/color][/H2][/center]

There was no time to lose. After getting somewhere safe, both Retsu and Asahi had logged into DGO. They both more or less had a general idea of what was going on around the Ebony Strykers by the time they were in, and they both were going to rally some players to attack. That's when they both met up at the entrance of the Ebony Stryker guild hall. Arms Slave was a bit surprised to see Dark Wraith, knowing that she's supposedly the second to Moon Rider. Dark Wraith herself cared very little about Arms Slave usually, but this time around she was going to have to make use of him. If he's going to be a loudmouth and keep doing things on his own, then Dark Wraith will at least point him in the direction of things that need to be dealt with.

[color=008b45]"D-Dark Wraith? Surprised to see you here. The festival didn't really pan out as I had hoped."[/color]

[color=cd2626]"Shut up about that. It doesn't matter anymore. Take your forces and head to the Scarlet Harley's and stop the Fanged Rangers there."[/color]

This surprised Arms Slave. He had planned to go to the aid of the Cobalt Bruisers. [color=008b45]"What? What about the Cobalt Bruisers? They need our help!"[/color]

[color=cd2626]"I'm heading over there with my own force. The Scarlet Harleys are still neutral in this war. Go to their aid and help them with the Fanged Rangers to earn some trust. I know you have something personal against the Ivory Masks, and that's why they want you to go over there. You're going to do something stupid."[/color] Those words stung Arms Slave and he nearly lashed out, but Dark Wraith pointed a finger at him as it she knew what he was going to do. [color=cd2626]"Exactly as you're about to do right now. There isn't time for arguing. If you leave now, you may be able to arrive before the Scarlet Harley sustain too much damage. The Ivory Mask hasn't sent their full force at the Cobalt Bruisers, otherwise it'd be too late for us. But who knows who else is coming, so I'm leaving now. You'd best do the same."[/color]

Arms Slave had a lot of mixed feelings about being bossed around like this. Sure, Dark Wraith was suppose to be Moon Rider's lieutenant or something, but she hasn't exactly proven to be useful. Then again neither has Arms Slave. But she was right: There was no time to argue. Arms Slave had to hold back his spite for now and focus on the task at hand. [color=008b45]"Fine then. Ah, what a shit show this is... Well, good luck out there Dark Wraith. Don't get yourself killed now."[/color] Arms Slave headed into the Ebony Stryker guild hall as Dark Wraith made her way towards the city gates. She had already assembled a small contingent of tanks for the purpose of flanking the Ivory Mask encampment. What was important wasn't defeating anyone in particular, but breaking the siege. Assuming that the Cobalt Bruisers haven't already lost, Dark Wraith knew they'd get there fast.

All of those present were Sweepers still with Dark Wraith. They were few, but they were the only ones she trust. They were both loyal and disposable. And more importantly, there was enough of them to man the tanks as they left the Black City and blazed across the Faded City. Outside of the combat zone, Dark Wraith altered the speed of the tanks subtly, allowing them to move far faster than they normally should. It was an "upgrade" that the Ebony Strykers put in, that is to say, something that Dark Wraith just added shortly before the tanks were activated. Normally something people would have to pay time and EXP to add, which Dark Wraith just gave because she has no time to work with sub-standard equipment.

As for Arms Slave he rallied everyone within the Guild Hall, taking into account what tanks they had available, including Arms Slave's own. He sent a message through everyone in the guild so they could catch up to him, since they weren't going to wait for anyone. [color=008b45]"Alright everyone, no time for a long briefing. Gather up as many people as you can, load up into tanks, and follow me! We're heading to the Scarlet Harley's and taking out Verdent Grin!"[/color] Rushing to the bottom of the Guild Hall, Arms Slave arrived to his personal vehicle: A huge flat-bed truck of sorts, with no viable cannons but big wheels and a thick shell. It was a tank in name only: it could certainly take a beating by lacked any direct means to do harm aside from crashing into things. But there was one trick it had and he would make the most out of it. He climbed into the cockpit which has been specially designed to only be operable by him, since it needs for arms to use correctly. Anyone else would need to be highly coordinated or stack two people in the seat who are also highly coordinated.

[color=008b45]"Here we go! Arms Slave out!"[/color]


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