The massive Dissolution was suddenly halted in its ongoing campaign to destroy the Black City. Its body lurched forward ever so slightly before it turned its ugly maw towards the source of the attack. Unnatural and beady eyes gleamed in the dark as they spotted the Silver Streaker, a hiss escaping its bony lips.

With a snarl, it unleashed a steady fog of poison from its open mouth in the attempt to choke out the Streaker and drain his HP. And while Vargus attacked the beast with is powerful magic, its stream of deadly gases did not waver despite the small damage it was taking. The Dissolution merely swerved its head to aim at both Players now, arms reaching forward in the attempt to grab them.

Further away, the Corpse Collector looked from Flan, to Rocket Lancer, then back to Flan again. Though she really didn’t care for the weak Player, something about the way Lancer spoke to the other Avatar made the Corpse Collector frown. It didn’t help that Lancer was getting in a battle stance even with the presence of the rouge Dissolution upon them all.

[color=f7941d]“Yeah, maybe we should,”[/color] Corpse Collector said when Lancer suggested they check out whatever it was causing those ripples. [color=f7941d]“But next time fuck face, you really should make sure you hunt down the right people. I doubt Cream Puff here is strong enough to warrant Outlaw status, the weak ass. Still, you touch her ass and I pump a bullet in yours. Got it?”[/color]

What the hell was she doing? No seriously, what the actual hell? Did she really feel sympathy for poor Flan? The answer….was no. And yet she didn’t think the other girl was supposed to be on whatever list Lancer was spouting on about. Probably some rookie Eraser or some shit like that, Corpse Collector thought to herself with a grin. Yeah, she knew about that stuff. It came with her profession after all.
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