Avilien: Tutorial islands

Moto

Bearing witness to Damocles getting whopped like none before left Moto speechless, a sour taste developing on his tongue. Both he and Salamay were the last remaining force in the town of Ice. All other ground forces had either fled or been defeated. Few players like Biddy never joined in the fight and prayed for Damocles's downfall.

Wounds healed and her mana bar at half Salamay stood in the plaza unsure of what to do with herself. Nagori and Cissy ready to fight her she glared at the pair with confusion. She could take them both on but didn't feel she should. Her long time friend and leader tried to delete her and the enemy was the one who dove in the flames to save her.

Giant sword clashing with a giant Warhammer sent sparks flying and heavy panting ensued as Lance struck steel against steel. Moto's morale had broken, but the fat man was resolved enough to see his fight to the bitter end. Lance had driven him hard enough to make him use everything he had. The weight of Moto's gaudy steel shield slowing him down, whereas Lance had yet to draw his.

"Salamay give me heals would ya and Encumber this idiot!" Moto dripped sweat as he blocked more of Lance's relentless blows.

"Divine light," muttered Lance as light poured across the floor catching Moto deep within.

Moto tried to leap back but as he did Lance grabbed his ankle and dragged him back down into the pool of liquid gold. On the floor like a turtle, Moto dropped his Warhammer and used both hands on the shield to block all of Lance's strikes.

"Salamay help me!" cried Moto as Lance's sword kept bouncing off the shield.

"Fight your own battles. You're a man are you not!" snapped Lance.

"Are you going to help him?" asked Nagori as she looked at Salamay.

Salamay looked over and down at Moto and then sighed.

"No. I am done," she replied and opening up her holo watch she hit her guild page and clicked leave. No longer did she carry the dreaded Corpse Collectors emblem under her name.

"Leaving your guild doesn't make you a better person or less of a threat. You're still a red player," exclaimed Cissy in a snarky attitude. She was raring to fight someone with ability and skill after mopping up all the underlings.

"Yup. Grumpy little sister is correct." No one had noticed it or seen it but a smiling Brit was up close and personal next to Salamay.

"You guys worked me over pretty good. You didn't feed me..." Brit's rage bar grew with Salamay's fear. Her smile also faded. "You bullied me..." Brits face turned to anger and she drew her giant flaming sword, Tenderiser. "Worst of all, you dared to treat Squeeks like a common item. Torturing him and using him to make me bend to your will..." Brit took a deep breath and exhaled.

A little relief sunk into Brit and she smiled once more.

"I'm going to beat you up now, okay?" Brits calm words didn't ring clear in Salamays mind and she could do nothing as Brit assaulted her so fast that her health and armour were shredded in mere seconds.

Nagori battled Salamay for over ten minutes and failed to do what Brit achieved in seconds. Which was drop Salamay to one health. Salamay now laying at Brits' feet with a message board appearing above her head. Not wanting to delete the girl she hovered over the underworld prison option.

"Don't do it, big sis, please!" begged Nagori as Brits' finger readied to hit accept.

"She is evil. This Salamarch is like a rabid rabbit little sis. I cannot let her stay. She hurt you too and grumpy sis Bissy."

"It's Cissy for crying out loud! Read the nameplate!" raged Cissy.

"I don't think she is all that bad. Please spare her." Nagori looked down at the road and Brit puffed her cheeks.

"Fine. But you owe me some of your snackies." Brit sulked and then looked across to Lance still trying to break through Moto's shield. "What about the fat one?" she asked with a nod of her head.

"He's evil," said Cissy and Nagori at the same time.

With a wicked grin on her face and Squeeks not being a voice of reason as he detested the lot of them Brit slow-walked towards Lance and Moto's battle. Grabbing Lance by the back of his collar Brit ripped him away and threw him back.

"What the hell Red!" raged Lance as he managed to land on his feet.

"You're taking too long Prance. I'm ending fatty" Brit glared down at Moto who laughed and got to his feet.

"My name is Lance and this is a man's duel..." Lance stopped speaking as Brit Phase Rushed all around Moto and beat him as quick as she did Salamay.

"See, wasn't hard Prance. You need to practice more. I think you may have gotten worse." Brit laughed as Lance gritted his teeth and growled.

"So that is what you are truly capable of." From across the street came a voice Brit didn't want to hear, but a voice she recognised all too well. Never had she had an urge so strong to delete than then and there.

Nook, barely walking and without his holo watch had Split dragging him by the arm.

"I won guys. No need to thank me, ladies..." Split who had a big cheesy grin on his face looked upon Brit for the first time.

Eyes almost bulging out of their sockets Split forgot about Nook and darted forward towards the bubbly redhead. Instantly bending onto one knee and holding out his hand.

"None have ever looked so beautiful." Split reached for Brits' hand and she looked down at him.

"I'm a married woman. Get away from me Split!" Brits' way of speaking along with the boot to the stomach triggered Split's memories.

"Diamonta?" he exclaimed as he clutched his gut.

"Oh you know me?" asked Brit as Split curled into a ball.

"It's me, Rikon," gasped Split.

"Little Dixon. Wow. You're even nerdier in real life." Brit roared with laughter as Split's heart may as well have turned to stone and shattered.

"Does she ever get people's name right?" Rajin followed by Trix, Nebs, Quinn and an army of game guides flooded the streets.

"Uncle Jaff! Screamed Brit as she ran over Split and raced towards Trix. She lunged at him and hugged the life out of him.

All across the street shocked faces looked at one another. No one cared that Brit got the name wrong. It was the uncle's part that left them stunned.

"Oh, you called yourself Twix. Naming yourself after a chocolate bar, that is so like you uncle Jaff." Brit giggled as she released Trix. A Trix flaring with rage.

"Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! You buffoon and I didn't name myself after a chocolate bar. There is an R in my name not a W. Stop making up names you airhead!"

"No need to be prissy." Brit stomped her foot and puffed out her cheeks.

"Hey, guys where his Highness?" asked Split as he managed to get to his feet followed by the town hall rumbling and re-igniting.