Evolution: A Warlock’s Rise To Power

Merc513 and the three others were quickly approaching the base of the bell tower.  The entrance was just up ahead.  When the sniper fired again, they subconsciously ducked even though the rifle wasn't fired at them.

Bubblegumfairy didn't hesitate to attack, he disguise would only last another thirty seconds at most before it was dispelled so she took the opportunity to attack when the three players slowed their pace and ducked.

She leapt forward with a poison coated dagger in each hand.  She struck the backs of the two players closest to her.

"Ambush!"  One of the players yelled out as he was struck in the back.

The one who hadn't been target and was closest to the bell tower turned back to see a five-foot-tall woman with long dark hair attacking his two teammates.  Merc513 was nowhere to be seen.

"Go!"  Yelled the other player who was attacked.  "We will deal with this.  Stop the snipper."  He said while pulling a sword and turning to the rouge who had sneak attacked them.

The third player turned back towards the bell tower while his two companions kept the rouge tangles up.

Running inside the building, the player started sprinting up the stairs of the large tower.  He was nearing the top quickly but had used half of his stamina bar to power up the several flights of stairs quickly.  He was only a single flight of stairs away when he heard the rifle fire again.

It was the perfect time to attack while the sniper was still reloading his weapon.  The warrior didn't hesitate to push open the trap door and jump through.

Tracker92 quickly spun around and smashed the butt of his rifle into the helmet of the warrior.  The player was stunned for a moment, but the melee damage done by the sniper was negligible.  The warrior grinned at the sniper that was trapped at the top of the bell tower and pulled back his sword ready to bring it down on top of his victim and split the man in half.

Tracker92 flipped his rifle around without losing his cool and replaced the blasting on the hammer while pulling it back with a clam and smooth practiced motion.

The Dark web player leaned his head to the side, away from the barrel of the rifle because he didn't know that Tracker92 hadn't put any ammunition into the weapon yet.

*Bang*

But that didn't matter as the loud crack of the rifle shook the players head causing him to close his eyes against his will while Tracker92 sidestepped away from the blade that came crashing down.

The players head was ringing from the loud noise.  He temporarily lost his ability to hear out of his left ear.

When the players eyes opened again, the butt of the rifle was coming at his face again.  Like last time, the damage was minimal, but it caused the player to take a step back as he was stunned for a quarter of a second.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Tracker92 dropped his rifle and reached towards and handle that was stuffed into his waistband. He pulled out a black powder pistol and fired into the players chest with his right hand.  He dropped the gun as his left hand pulled out another pistol from his rear waistband and fired.

His right hand pulled out a third from his left armpit and then his left pulled out his last pistol from his right armpit.

The player kept back peddling as the barrage of bullet pierce through his armor.  When Tracker ran out of guns he stepped forward and delivered a swift kick to the player.

The warrior in the heavy armor swayed backwards as he felt himself bump into something.  But it was only for a moment before he heard the crack of wood.

The old worn-down wooden railing could hardly support the weight of a two-hundred-pound warrior, add onto that another hundred pounds of armor and weapons and the railing snapped.

The player tumbled out of the bell tower towards the street below.  Tracker92 peered over the edge to see Bubblegumfairy finish off the last player that had come towards the bell tower.

The player he pushed over the edge had already hit the ground, turned gray and disappeared. Leaving behind a nice little pile of loot.

***

Super sliced into the monk who had rushed towards him.  He leaned back to avoid a fist but before he could right himself a strong kick caught his waist.  Without wasting time, he sliced down towards the leg inflicting a bleeding wound, damaging the monk's mobility and knocking him off balance.

*Bang*

The monk fell to the wet and slippery ground after taking a bullet to the chest.  Before he could get up, both scimitars plunged into his chest, killing him.

Super ran forward towards PapaSmurf.  The rainwater on the ground moved away from his feet letting him step on dry cobblestones as he pushed forward.

DarkX_XAssassin moved through the shadows, paralyzing and striking at any player he found alone. Whenever he attacked a player from an unseen vantage he was able to lock them in a stun and deal massive damage before they could even react.

With the panic caused by the sniper and Super attract everyone's attention he was able to work his way through the Dark Web members that were slow to react.

[PapaSmurf:  Where the hell are you?  We are getting slaughtered over here.]

[Chickenwire:  No one who has died has responded.  We are on our way to the graveyard.]

[PapaSmurf:  Be fast.]

Chickenwire rushed towards the graveyard and didn't dare mention the artifact.  After they dealt with the beast, they were only able to find four of the five pieces.

Every twenty-four hours, the five holders of the artifact would be updated on the others location, but that didn't do him any good right now.  He just hoped that he could stall PapaSmurf till tomorrow and pick up the last piece before his boss could ask any questions.  Right now, he didn't have enough time to sort through the rubble to find the last piece.

PapaSmurf pulled out a whip and struck towards the cloaked figure that was charging towards him. He knew his guild members were dying but he didn't have time to inquire about the situation while he was under attack.

The whip passed through Super as he ran in close to the guild leader and cut towards the man's chest.

PapaSmurf rolled to the side but didn't emerge unscathed.  He was nicked on one of his legs, but that didn't stop him from jumping up and striking out again.

Super's scimitar followed the Dark Web guild leader, homing in on his neck, but the spiked whip was coming fast towards his chest.

Stepping into the ethereal realm, the whip passed though him again, but his sword also passed through the guild leader's neck like an illusion.

As soon as he dismissed ethereal step, a boot knocked him away as PapaSmurf made some space between the two.

"Ha, ha, I am on to your tricks.  It is only a matter of time."  PapaSmurf said after he realized that striking at the same time, he was being attacked would causing him to receive no damage.

Super smirked.

"You haven't figured out all my trick."  His eyes flicked towards the nick on PapaSmurf's leg.  "And yes, it is only a matter of time."

PapaSmurf realized something was wrong as he felt his whole leg go numb.  He dropped to a knee and cursed.

"Ha, poison?  I should have guessed."

The poison that coursed through his blood stream was incredibly expensive, but its price was well worth it.  By the time PapaSmurf finished speaking he was already having a hard time breathing.  His who body had become numb.  His whip fell to the ground as his hand was unable to even hold onto his weapon.

"PAh…  It doesn't matter…  You are already too late."

Super rested a blade on each of the mans shoulders as his scimitars crossed over each other.

"On the contrary.  I feel like I am right on time."

*Slice* *Plop*

The blades scissored together taking the man's head from his shoulder.

Super looked to the formation to see the last NPC die and turn to dust.  A crack formed in the air as two hands reached through to pull it open wider.