"Kill these bastards!"
The brown-poncho-wearing players screamed from the top of their lungs as they rushed towards the players who wore black-leathered jackets with sigil of roaring engines on their backs.
They clashed in the middle of the street, their weapons clashing in a flurry of violence.
The blood shed like torrent rain, flooding the pavement of the streets with the blue blood of the players.
The blood flowed down like small rivers and pooled at the feet of the players.
Crack—a baseball bat smashed through the player's skull, claiming another life.
"Hahaha, these newbies really thought they could take us by surprise." A man over two meters tall shouted in ecstasy while swinging his baseball bat.
He had one of the highest kill counts currently on the battlefield, as no one could survive a single attack from him.
He was the Roaring Engine's second-in-command, Blackfist.
