>>15187222Suddenly, you hear sounds. Sounds that sound like they come from a brawl. Punches, kicks, yelps of pain and agony, it all comes out of nowhere and since neither you nor the grunts are responsible, you fear this situation might just have gotten a tad worse.
The smoke clears almost as quickly as it comes.
When all is said and done, you're faced with quite a disturbing sight.
A mysterious, cloaked individual, seemingly floating in the air. Almost like some sort of apparition. His most notable feature, however, was his piercing, red eyes, filled with disdain.
"Hooligans. Every single one of you. I demand that everyone in the premises back-off immediately or risk instant decimation. This entire city and everything it contains is now threatened to fall under the inescapable control of the Organization -- Z.E.P.E.L.I, Neo Division."
Enraged, the leading grunt runs up to him, "Who the hell ARE you!? If you must know, this city belongs to one team and one team only--TEAM FLARE! We'll CREAM you, right guys!?"
He tosses out a measly Houndour, who growls at the floating man like he's some sort of tough guy.
In return the edgy unknown reveals a fucking gun, and aims it at the dog without a care in the world.
He cocks the gun, aims, and beckons for someone else to join in on the fun, "Is there anyone else who would like to step up?"
Things might have just gotten worse.
A) Don't step it up. Watch the world burn.
B) Step it up, sempai.
C) Make way for an escape!
