Blood was flying. Bullets wizzing by, the allied forces of the coloured kings versus the Ebony Strykers. Guns blazing, bodies flying. Tyres screeching. Albus could see the new white King flinging Ebony Strykers like playing cards, and also an excessively bladed vehicle heading his way. The massive war machine driven by this particular strike force's leader, parked near the green guild hall. A wave of seemingly Stryker-Allied dissolutions rolled in, possibly to destroy whatever was left of the Fang Rangers. A hitman walked by, music radiating from his near vicinity. And while Albus himself would've enjoyed participating in the Mayhem, but he was on a rooftop, summoned by a mysterious masked man.
Albus stood reservedly, studying the masked man. An analysis of his player statistics had revealed very little. No name, no class, no level, just a title not to be trusted, flickering between Player NPC, enemy NPC and enemy Boss. And if he really was an enemy boss, things had become very interesting indeed. That being said, Albus was on full alert.
Just moments ago, Albus was walking down the street, about to join the fun and then 2 avatars turned the corner walking towards him. Their unreservedness and their casually upholstered weapons were clearly stating the obvious. Obviously, the cannon fodder he'd killed had sent out a message back to his superiors and this was the welcoming party. Albus would have fun killing them. Or he would have, if he wasn't suddenly teleported onto a rooftop in front of an eenigmatic masked man who's title read Enemy Boss.
Albus studied the masked man before him, though there wasn't much to study. The only thing Albus could figure out was that this guy was probably a hacker. Afterall, that was the only way to hide he could've hid his entire status and hacking was probably how Albus ended up on the rooftop. That would also explain how he knew his name, which he never revealed to other people. But he had no idea what the masked man wanted with him. What did a hacker want with Albus? Barely anyone knew his in game identity. It's not that he kept it secret, it was just that no one asked. If the hacker showed up looking for a fight, then he would have to be incredibly confident to announce his presence to his prey. Or just stupid. But on the off chance that he wasn't a hacker...
Thinking wasn't getting Albus anywhere so he decided to start the conversation. He paced over to the edge of the building and looked out at the tapestry of destruction unfolding before him.
'Pleasant day, isn't it?' He said. 'The perfect day for a war, and if you don't have anything else to say to me, I'd like to be on my way.'