Wrock's fist held azure flame as he moved. After images that seemed like they were set alight followed his path. Each one that appeared left another player fallen to the ground. From the shadows arose several other Third Stage players.
Pausing his assault Wrock held a stance, "I've missed out on a lot of things. To think the Guilds have amassed this much strength. Color me surprised."
"You weren't there for the Undead Raid, so you wouldn't know none of us participated in it.", a player responded.
"Neither did I!", Wrock no longer wished to chat.
In the blink of an eye Wrock's fist slammed into the chest of a player, their armor caved inwards from the force of the attack. Without even turning his head Wrock grabbed incoming attacks, his hands gripped a broadsword and large axe. Rotating the weapons out of harms way Wrock turned into a blur and kicked away his two other assailants.
