When Azaga buried his hand in his coat to fetch something, Corpse Collector instantly drew out one of her pistols. She aimed it at Azga, fully expecting some kind of weapon or spell or whatever Class this guy was. So it was to her great surprise that she saw the Player hand out to her a bag of money. Raising an eye, Corpse Collector slowly retracted her gun and gingerly took the pouch, eyeing it suspiciously before storing it into her inventory.

[color=f7941d]“….the hell is your problem? And what’s with your voice? You swallowed a bottle of milk or something? What, do you just give out free money to every pretty girl you meet? Well, I’m not that easy to court weirdo so don’t get any funny ideas or I’ll pump your body full of bullet holes.”[/color]

Still, Corpse Collector’s greed overruled common sense and she would have taken the money regardless. And hey, maybe if this guy was so charitable than maybe he’d be willing to cough up some more along the way? Perhaps it was best to stick around this drama queen after all. Grinning, she held up her hand to make him pause before turning away and running off somewhere. A few minutes passed before she returned with a two-seater motorcycle. She revved up the vehicle and motioned for him to hop on.

[color=f7941d]“So I take it you wanna visit the Black King too? No? Too bad, cause that’s where we’re going. You’re my free money ticket so consider us mutual comrades for now. Now shut up, hurry up, and get your ass on. Oh, and don’t worry about the ride. I paid for it.”[/color]

The sound of running was heard, faintly getting closer. Shouting coupled along with the footsteps, indicating that Corpse Collector had flat out stolen the bike. Seeing Azga’s reaction, she merely shrugged before revving up her ride again.

Little did they know-or rather, anyone heading to the Black King’s District-a massive wave of [url=https://fevryone.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/arakune.jpg]Dissolutions[/url] had suddenly sprang up right in between the District’s entrance and Faded City, connecting all the pathways of the other Guilds. What was strange about it though was that the area had been cleared out earlier, either by passing Outlaws or Moon Rider herself. Now they had just reappeared with little an effort, simply existing into the game.

Of course, the only ones who would see the massive horde gathering would be Arms Slave and his crew given how close they were to the Ebony Stryker border. Moon Rider was unaware, her focus keen solely on the battle at hand. She raised an eye as both Flan and Newt stood up against Midnight Soloist and apparently Rocket Lancer, despite his critical health.

[color=8493ca]“I noticed you flipped a coin before answering me Midnight Soloist,”[/color] the Black King said calmly as the fight raged on. [color=8493ca]“Could it be that you relied on a chance of luck just now to decide your fate? I do admire your ambition and the charisma you seem to carry, but I am curious as to why you would rely on a random factor such as that.”[/color]

If Moon Rider was fazed at all by the battle taking place right before her, she did a good job of now showing it.