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The Reinforced door blasted off its hinges, carrying, then crushing one hapless occupant within, onto the cold metal floor 25 feet across the room before it came to rest before an enormous desk. A few screams of surprise unwittingly came out. Hundreds of silver gun barrels raised, gleaming in the white lamplight. Several seconds passed in utter silence. The walls seemed to be moving in the darkness. A single cold chuckle echoed from outside the door. One man peed himself a little.


An enormous bright white spotlight blasted its energy into the room. Every masked face turned away, blinded. At that moment he walked in. Striding confidently, into the room. Screams went up as the few individuals’ who hadn’t been blinded saw the shadow of the mask on the back wall. Two sharp ears, cape rolling. The Dark Knight. “Initiate Code Four”, he said, striding forwards. Then all hell broke loose. Air filled the room as the roof was ripped out from the foundations of the building. Ten military choppers guided the object away as more swarmed in. The Übermensch arrived. A man jumped directly out of the first chopper, two enormous rifles strapped to either arm, blasts rang out into the cold night air. Landing on all fours he stepped up quickly. It was Sucateir0, the strongest of the Übermensch in pure physical strength. Grabbing four masked men at a time, he began pummelling them into the floor, rifle blasts echoing for some time into the night, blood spurted. The Dark Knight continued his steady path forward.


Another man jumps, lands on top of a blinded masked man, and rips his head straight from his hapless shoulders. The masked man had no time to blink before he was separated from his body. It was TugAvenger, the most brutal and vicious of the Übermensch. Seeing a masked man begin to look up from the light, he dashed straight into him, impaling him on long blades concealed under his arms.


Behind him a masked man raised a gun, poised to fire, index finger millimetres from the trigger, then a blade sliced cleanly through his hand. Blood spurted from the remains of the man’s wrist as he looked around bewildered and terrified. A dark figure whipped the sword in his right hand around once again, and the man’s world went black. Aragorn II had come to join.


A cry whipped up from the corner of the room, six masked men huddled in a corner, surrounded by a single colossal man. He dived straight into them, their screams echoed for miles as he tore into them, cleaving them with his double edged daggers like paper. S H E L D O N the butcher was feared without equal among the villains of eRepublik.


Following behind The Dark Knight’s steady match across the room, two charged out the door into the chaotic melee. PrickettFaco and Prickett.azo. Brothers known for their deadly double attacks, as the masked men quickly found out whilst being pummelled from seemingly every angle imaginable. Bones snapped, heads cracked, men fell like hundreds of bowling pins.


From nowhere another man floated gracefully down from the air. Landing behind The Dark Knight he allowed himself a cheeky grin. The flame emblazoned cape followed him. The long Katana whirled, flourished with deadly accuracy, men around him pointing their weapons at The Dark Knight fell before they could blink, sliced cleanly in two parts. The air barely felt him move. Strolling calmly behind the pacing figure in front of him, his sword made short work of any and all who stood even vaguely in the way of his leader.


Behind it all was the man with the plan. Cigarette in hand he strolled calmly into the room, muttering. WookyJack was here. The room seemed to quieten as all ears turned to hear his soft words. Plans rolled from his tongue like butter, the Übermensch quietly changed tactics to fit the soft tones of their strategist. Despite his reserved tone, no word was missed. He popped the cigarette into his mouth, pulled two pistols from his belt, cocked, and fired once from each. A man ready to plunge a dagger into the back of a comrade fell with a yelp. After he arrived the storm of battle faded to something more akin to a masked slaughter. Men fell in droves in the cavernous room.


As the climax of combat reached its peak of intensity, The Dark Knight arrived at his destination. Stepping over the blast door he looked at the huge man behind the desk. Resoula, the final boss. Gotham’s seediest crime lord at last forced to fight dirty like his thousands of followers that were taken down before him. An enormous square pillar rose up behind him. Despite the usually enormous height of The Dark Knight they were equals in it here. Across the desk. Both framed by the still-blinding spotlight. The two shadows coalesced on the pillar behind Resoula, a large man framed with bat ears, or so it looked. The whole room seemed to have gone still, Resoula laughed. “You can kill any number of my me”- The Dark Knight punched him in the jaw, knocking him bodily into the pillar behind, he was unconscious immediately.


“On to objective two”, were the only words said by the impassive knight, and he grappled onto the nearest chopper.

Hundreds of masked men lay dead around the Übermensch, just another day on the job. The army arrived an hour later, expecting a job, they found a slaughter.