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Chyler had frozen as soon as one of the other players spoke up. Matthew didn’t seem too badly hurt, the only wound he had was already wrapped in a bandage. His hands were bound though, and he was wearing some sort of mask that only covered the lower half of his face, probably to stop him from talking.
Turning her attention to the other group, she realized how they’d moved so quickly. All of them were wearing a leather bat-suit. If one of them used wind as their element, they could fly. Besides that, she couldn’t see anything identifying on the others. No visible weapons and no signs of other elements.
The other group consisted of two girls and two guys, all of them appearing to be in their early to mid-twenties, but that didn’t really give anything away. You could make your avatar look however you wanted it to in this game.
Chyler opened her menu, navigating into her inventory. She didn’t really have anything in there that she needed at this moment, but if they got into a battle after they left they would be goners.
“And what if we refuse?”
The voice came from her right, just before she started dropping things from her inventory. She looked over at Dylan, who had his hammer drawn and ready for battle. If he tried fighting all of them he would lose, and she was a ranger so she couldn’t offer much help this close up.
Chyler pulled out her bow and an arrow from her quiver. She docked the arrow, though didn’t pull back on the string yet. Matthew looked directly at her, giving a small nod. They were thinking the same thing.
The leader of the other group opened his mouth to talk again, but before any sound could come out, she pulled the arrow back and released it, right at Matthew. He twisted just in time for the arrow to pass through the bindings keeping his hands back. He was already conjuring up a storm of metal dust as the other team realized what was happening.
Dylan lunged forward, smashing the leader of the other team in the chest, forcing him into one of the girls of the group, who had just pulled out her knife. The two toppled over, tangled together as they started to roll down the hill. The other two pulled their weapons out in time to be caught in Matthew’s storm.
What looked like bubbles formed around the two people left in the storm, none of them metal dust able to get through it. Maintaining the bubbles left only one fighter left who still didn’t have his weapon drawn. The ground underneath Matthew suddenly crumbled, leaving gravity to do its work. He started rolling down the hill, towards the others who were just now getting back to their feet.
The girl who’d created the air bubbles, now no longer fighting against another air user, sent her bubbles out as fast as she could, the extra metal dust in the air slicing at Chyler and Dylan. Chyler fell over from the blast of wind, sending her rolling towards the others. They would probably be ready to attack by the time she got to them.
Her momentum was stopped abruptly as she hit a rock that jutted from the ground. Pain burst from her right arm, radiating quickly through the whole extremity. Probably broken or dislocated, or both. She struggled to push herself to her feet, using the rock she’d hit as a crutch.
They were already in the air, moving back down the mountain. Before they could get very far blasts of metal dust put holes through their wings, which in turn caused them to fall from the sky. They crash landed, rolling down the side of the mountain once more. She ran towards the group with Matthew a few feet in front of her.
Three of them were glowing a dark red, which gave her a moment’s trepidation, but she moved forward still, ready to face the group. They were already all untangled by the time they got there, but one of them wasn’t standing. The girl who controlled air seemed to be either unconscious or dead.
“Empty out your inventories and we won’t kill you.”
Chyler was almost as surprised that she had said those words as the others were. They didn’t hesitate, though, working to empty everything they had. Matthew and her worked on picking everything up, stuffing it into their own inventory. It didn’t take long for all of them to clear out their inventory, and one of them worked on emptying the unconscious one’s inventory.
“That’s everything we can afford to give.” The words came from the other girl, who was glaring at them.
Matthew gave a small nod, now fiddling with the mask that was still preventing him from talking. Chyler didn’t say anything, but the group took their cue to leave. They struggled carrying the unconscious girl down the hill.
She pulled out a knife, turning to Matthew again, simply cutting the string holding the mask to his face. He took in a sharp breath from his mouth as the mask came off. Neither of them said anything as they made their way back up the hill, both of them thinking the same thing.
Dylan was laying on the ground in a pool of murky blood, multiple stab wounds going through the general area of his heart.
He was dead.
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