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[h1][color=gray]Juggernaut[/color][/h1][/center]
Sean opened his eyes. What met his sight was a a minuscule bar of light cutting through a swathe of darkness. He could see a busy street, brimming with people going about their business. They were all unique, all wearing distinct clothing and armour. Some sported hair which seemed to completely defy gravity, and some were followed by fantastic beasts. Knights in armor, soldiers in camouflage and top hat wearing gentlemen scattered through the streets with no rhyme or reason. Sean smiled in the darkness; this was a sight that never got old.

He moved his arm and felt the reassuring weight of steel. His right hand grasped the solid handle of the massive lance at his side while his left hand held a towering shield aloft. He rose to his feet (he wasn't sure why he had been sitting), shouldering the weight of the armour that protected his body. He rose to his full height, head and shoulders above the crowd. He felt weighty and powerful. Unmovable. The Juggernaut was back.

Sean laughed as he thought that uncharacteristically melodramatic thing. A deep voice reverberated from the darkness of his helmet, echoing out to the street. Some looked over in surprise but looked away once they knew who it was. He ignored those that continued staring and joined the throng walking towards the market. He would've skipped if he could, if the crowd had allowed him to and he wasn't wearing his heavy armour. That being the case, he hummed in time with his weighty footfalls as he walked along. He was in a good mood today. The new update had finally arrived and the town he was in was well worth the wait. He was looking forward to questing in the new area, seeing whatever he could see, doing whatever he could do. In theory he should probably have been farming the last few pieces of his armour set and wait out the crowd, but he didn't mind so much. Farming was boring, and the update was a whole new world to discover. No self respecting player would want to miss out, or at least, not any that he knew. Sean swung his lance up to his shoulder so that it would be out of the way as he walked, slowly approaching the packed market. He stopped for a moment, prompting several shouts of surprise and indignation. He threw a quick [color=gray][b]"sorry"[/b][/color] out and scoped out the path. The market was positively brimming with players which would make it difficult to get inside. But, then, Juggernaut never really had that problem before. Sean grinned inside his helmet and continued his slow paced stride.

He arrived at his destination, eventually. The potions store was filled with a long line of people as expected, haggling and trading and buying. Sean stood near the back, close enough to see the wares, but he didn't reach out to get them. He was here to buy health potions but he wasn't really sure he needed them. He didn't take much damage because of his shield and his defense so he rarely used them. Granted, he didn't exactly have a way to heal himself, so any damage he took would likely stick. That being the case, though, it was probably better to  buy delayed healing potions. They healed the same as normal potions but took effect over time and, most importantly, cost less money. But if there were tricky magic attacks then it was likely he would need a more immediate solution. But, then again, he was sure his large health pool would be enough to exhaust their mana.

As Sean pondered his quandary his ears picked up something strange. It sounded like a faraway drum, a sound which seemed rather incongruous with the environment. The drum beats got louder and closer until Sean realised what they were. Explosions. Sean waded out of the crowded store as fast as he could, emerging onto a chaotic market square. Flames rose around the square, apparently coming from the poorer districts of the city.
[color=gray][b]"Hm."[/b][/color] Sean grunted, taking his lance down from his shoulder.
He got ready to deploy it at any time, but it was difficult to make out what was going on in the chaos. Suddenly his quest log was updated, and at the same time he spotted a strange movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look at the movement and saw the tower at the center of town light up as a screen appeared. Names were displayed on that screen, none of which he knew. Sean checked the quest log and quickly scanned the tutorial.
[color=gray][b]"So I just have to go beat up some dudes... OK."[/b][/color] Sean mutttered.
He looked up from his HUD and scanned the chaotic field and more explosions burst out around the market. He couldn't see any of the marked players but that wasn't really a problem.
[color=gray][b][i]All I have to do is follow the screams...[/i][/b][/color]

He ran out of the market towards the heart of the growing inferno. Troublesome were like moths, in that you're pretty likely to find them around fires. He could here the screaming now and he decided to activate his skill before it was too late. He crouched down a little, bearing his tower shield to the front while keeping his lance at his side. He looked straight down the street and cast [color=gray][Unstoppable Steel Charge][/color]. He felt the power flow through his legs and yelled out a warning.
[b][color=gray]"Clear the path!"[/color][/b]
Some looked towards him before echoing the call. Sean took a step forward, and then another step, and another, and another, and another. The people parted to the sides as the steel giant thundered past. His warning was being carried faster than he could run, which was good because he couldn't really stop his legs anymore. They kept going, one after the other, without much conscious thought on his part. He couldn't feel the wind on his skin, which was a shame, but what he could feel through the vision slit would do well enough. He was on the hunt now, he could handle everything else later.