Blyz hadn’t bothered to wait to see if the player took her advice, or not, but in her boredom decided to go straight to a dungeon type area with which she had gone to when first playing the world. The area was only level 12, but she went there often enough, if anything to watch all of the noobs, and newbs alike whom made out for themselves there. It should have been known that after a period of time every area reset, so there was always the chance of getting a rare item from the chest, though 90 percent of the time, the only thing that spawned out of the chest near the statue on floor 3 of the temple type dungeon was a level 10, or 11 sword. Pretty lame stuff considering Blyz’s level and status, but to reminisce was to enjoy “The World”
For one reason, or another, monsters didn’t bother Blyz at all as she made her way down to the last floor of the dungeon , where under cover near the pillar leading to the left, she saw another player just standing, looking nothing more than idol. This didn’t peak her interest however. Taking a few steps forward, she snickered after seeing a player killed for no reason, and right as he faded away, she threw down an item, which revived him on the spot, and grabbed him by the arm. “Heyy be more careful kid.” The kid went wide eyed, because the mention of kid from a player that looked like a child was a bit annoying, but the kid knew who he was dealing with right away.
“………wow, umm thanx Geg. I never thought I’d meet you in person and all.” SHe just nodded, and donated a few thousand units of money to the kid, who then logged out. Blyz turned her attention back to the pker whom had attacked the boy, and now the obvious pkker who was talking about judgment. Pking was all well and good, and Blyz never cared about those who did, though it was a bit screwed up, but those who called themselves pkkers, vigilantes who in reality did nothing more than hypocrite the very thing they were supposed to hate doing. It was both trivial, and annoying.
The pkker rushed towards the pker, and Blyz smiled and jumped, throwing her body sideways, spinning rapidly, and using her right leg to kick the incoming weapon away from the pker whom was attacked. The scythe had been swinging down, and so with her left hand, she used the remaining momentum to knock the scythe away as well, the rod part of it anyway. Simple physics allowed her to land back in a standing position, facing the pkker. Blyz laughed when she recognized who it was at last. “Just who are you to speak of judgment?? Bankai. HA you have got to be kidding me. You are just a loser like anyone else. So what, this bitch just pked somebody, so now you are going to pk her?? There is no point, you are doing the same thing as she is. Hypocrite.”
She waved her hand, and her metallic wing flapped, casting a sheen of light over the empty space leading down where the statue had been, Her gauntlets vanished, and she put her arm straight out, after a few seconds one of her many scythes materializing before her. It’s staff section was much longer than normal scythes, and from where she was, it reached about 20 or more feet away, the rusted, yet glowing blade inches from Bankai’s face. “So do you want to leave now, or face me too??”
