"Seems like my free time is up. I only have 10 minutes to play with you lot. If ever you need some pointers once more, feel free to find me anytime.
I would be more than willing to teach you some basic skills in combat and whatnot. Until then, be good and follow the directives of your wise boss."
Clark took a deep breath and inspected his masterpiece so far. Bruised and maimed bodies were scattered on the desert.
Ricky wanted to assassinate our bored gamer from behind and failed. The agile supernatural wished to run but found out quickly enough that a faster human existed in this world.
With a single kick from our good gamer, Ricky's feet folded from under him. His bones were crushed mercilessly in the aftermath.
The Flame Magician was roasted alive by the wild flame elements inside the dragon body of our avid gamer. The lone Archer in the party was shredded apart by a hundred arrows.
It was sad to note that these arrows belonged to him in the first place. Clark merely returned the gift with extra added interest.
The Summoner called on his impressive forces but alas, all our bored gamer did was to summon his loyal servant Sephtis, The Death Knight, and his legendary mount Mariana.
The pair cleaned up the shop soon enough. Perhaps the only members in the Mad Dogs Party who were saved from a little bit of suffering were the women, Alisa and Leah.
Leah tried her best to let her friends know when and where the attack was coming from but it was unfortunate that they could not react fast enough to dodge or parry the incoming hit.
Alisa tried to heal the party every single time but then she quickly realized that once she healed them, a new set of torture would come next.
She stopped healing them altogether when hopelessness has eaten up her soul completely. The two women sat on the desert sands and could only cry at the fate of their friends.
It was terrible to watch and thus they could only close their eyes in the end.
"There's no need to cry, ladies. This much won't break them. And what doesn't break a man gives him strength instead."
Clark left with this piece of advice before he disappeared from the hot desert floors of Mojave.
Although it was not his intention to hurt anybody but since true men had come before him in challenge despite the fact that they knew all too well of the inevitable result, our bored gamer could only reciprocate these brave men's feelings and did his best also in return.
This much he must do at least.
"Even if this world can sometimes be dark and ugly, i know that this land will never run out of heroes also. Light and darkness. The eternal inseparable truth."
Clark muttered when he was back once more in the parking lot of the police station. A few seconds more and...
"BOINK!" A group of old men alongside a pretty young lady materialized in the scene.
Judging from the sleepy eyes of the lawyers, Clark deduced that Amber must have done some urgent knocking on the heads of these company lawyers.
The newly arrived group was about to go inside the station but our bored gamer decided to end their trip right then and there.
"You came." Clark called after he used one quick step to announced his entrance from behind the cavalry that intended to save him in the first place.
"CLARK!" Amber was surprised to see her boyfriend. She needed only a breath before she ran towards our lucky gamer and hugged him like her life depended on it.
It was truly a very romantic scene if not for the aged men in thick glasses who marred the scene with their presence.
"What happened? I thought that you were still inside." Amber asked amidst the sweet embrace between lovers.
"It was nothing. Just a simple misunderstanding like I said before. Let's go home, Amber."
Clark replied and without further ado, carried his girlfriend away from this dreary place of lawyers and policemen.
They arrived directly at their mansion in the city and before long, the sweet moans of love echoed in abundance.
* * *
Inside a special room in Clark's house, a beautiful woman was confined in her lonesome. She would have usually escaped this paltry barrier of walls and doors but not tonight.
This place was vastly different from the norm. Her abilities were strangely ineffective within the four corners of this prison chamber. She could not pass through the walls like she used to.
This woman was of course none other than Alexis Anderson.
"CRACK!" The doors opened and it did not take her long to maneuver a sneak attack unto her unexpected visitor.
"WHOOSHH!" Daggers made out of shadows sprang from her shoulders and into the unsuspecting newcomer.
If her target would have been a normal human, the poor fellow would have been cut into pieces without fail. Unfortunately for Alexis, her guest was certainly not normal by any means.
"PAK!" A handsome man swatted the projectiles away as if he was only shooing pesky flies before him. The shadowy constructs faltered and turned into nothing a breath later.
This has of course not disheartened Alexis. She was a real pro at this job and when the first plan failed, there were still a lot more alternatives to follow.
Alexis wanted to run towards the opening but our bored gamer stopped her in her tracks.
"BANG!" A hard knee connected unto the belly of Alexis. It almost took her breath away as she rolled to the far side of the room.
"HAK!"
"HAK!"
"HAK!"
"Clark. Colter. You have really hidden so deeply before." Alexis said amidst several coughing fits.
"HAK!"
"That was before, Alexis. Now... i don't think i've hidden myself as much." Our bored gamer uttered a riddle in reply.
This has aroused the curiosity within Alexis but she was too proud to ask her query. She has chosen to keep her silence in the end.
"I am a busy man. I only came here to tell you one thing. Let go of this quest for vengeance. The dead for whom you sacrifice this cause does not deserve this from you.
That man was nothing but a bully. A monster who would do anything to accomplish his goals. Even at the expense of innocent lives." Clark stated.