Chloe crouched on the edge of a roof of a tall building, eyes glowing bright gold. A black leather duster which resembled the one she used as Neo covered her body. The hood covered her head and cast a shadow on her face, her glowing eyes giving her an ominous look. She stared down at an apartment building near the outskirts of the city. Through the window sat a man with jet black hair, wearing a gray sweatshirt and long sweatpants. He was typing on a computer a wicked grin on his face as he hit each key. It was James McFly, the author of the news article that Chloe hated.

Blinking her eyes, the golden glow in Chloe’s eyes vanished. Chloe stood up and turned around, grabbing her sword. With the sheath covering the blade, the sword was blunted and relatively incapable of cutting. Of course, the term ‘relatively’ is used with the sword as comparison; even with the sheath on, it could still cut through concrete. After twirling the sword a few times, Chloe returned it to her side. She walked to the center of the roof, and performed some mental calculations. Nodding to herself, she got into a sprinting position. However, as she was about to go, the only door was thrown open, and a man wearing a security guard uniform came out. He looked around and noticed Chloe, stepping back after seeing her suspicious appearance. In an instant, he regained his calm and grabbed his gun.

“Hey, you! You shouldn’t be up here!” He shouted, pointing his gun at Chloe.

With a blank look, Chloe stared at the security guard. Sighing, she pulled a coin out of her pocket. She held it in front of her, showing it to the security guard. He blanked and loosened his grip on his gun. At this moment, Chloe tossed the coin into the air, snapping the security guard back to reality. As gravity began to work on the coin, the security guard started talking.

“Did you hear me?! I said-”

As the coin had started to come back down, Chloe formed her hand into a fist, with her thumb touching the side of the index finger. She raised it in front of her, and pointed her fist in the security guard’s direction. The coin came back down, and Chloe’s thumb flicked out, hitting the coin. Due to her increased strength, the coin flew past the cop, looking only like a flash of light. A small scratch horizontally stretched across his face and blood began to seep out. The security guard dropped his pistol and fell on his ass, backing up. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Ignoring the now-trembling security guard, Chloe returned to her sprinting position. With a loud bang signifying her departure, she launched from the roof. The ground beneath her feet cracked and shatter at her launch. The power she had used sent her flying, her black leather duster flapping wildly in the wind. She kept a firm hold on both her sword and her hood, making sure that the only thing that was seen was what was below the neck. Withing seconds, she had approached James McFly’s apartment building, three blocks away. Her speed dropped, her form becoming visible. She straightened herself so that she was perpendicular to the ground far beneath her. Approaching James’ building, she covered her face with her arms and brought her knees to her chest. Shattering the window, her arms and legs returned to normal, the ball-form disappearing. With a loud shriek, James threw his laptop into the air while raising his hands to protect himself. Chloe did not move to him, instead turning her body to face him. The wind blew in through the window, blowing the flaps of the duster in front of her body. Her face was covered in darkness due to the hood, but her two green eyes gave off a slightly red glow. James slowly lowered his hands, and his eyes moved to the sword in Chloe’s hands.

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“Dyryndal! You! You’re Neo Apollos!” James McFly shouted, pointing his finger at Chloe.

(A/N: Dyryndal is pronounced Deer-in-dall)

It was as though lightning had struck as a tremor ran through Chloe’s body. Only someone from LOWG would know of the sword in her hand and then connect it to her avatar. Dyryndal was one of the Nine Weapons of Lonakor, something that would’ve been considered a myth had the wiki not had a page on it. Only nine Lonakor weapons existed in LOWG, and there was no way to get a copy of a Lonakor weapon. Chloe had gone through many trials, quests and dollars to be the first to get Dyryndal. Because of this, she instantly became even more famous than before. Anyone who got a Lonakor weapon would be all the rage in the gaming community; there was no way to escape this fate. However, only people who played LOWG would understand what wielding Dyryndal meant.

“You… how do you know?” Chloe demanded from James.

“Huh? Wait, who are you?! Neo Apollos isn’t a chick! Who the fuck are you?!” James screamed.

“Oh go fuck yourself. I’m the person you wrote about in your fucking article.”

Chloe pulled out a copy of the newspaper, with the article about her circled. She tossed it to James, who caught it with one hand. She looked at the article he wrote, then gave a bitter smile.

“Had I know that the blond demon was a bitch, I wouldn’t have wrote this.” James sighed.

“Two words. Fuck. You.” Chloe growled.

Chloe yanked off her duster and threw it out the window, revealing her figure. James’ head jerked up, only to be met with the pommel of Dyryndal. He stumbled back, holding his nose. He glared at Chloe, then raised his right hand, palm facing up. Chloe backed up, giving him a chance to do what he was going to do. Suddenly, she felt the presence of magic gathering in James’ hand. At this, she instantly confirmed that he had some connection to the Gatemaster or Lilia. After all, there was no other way to leave LOWG unless they went through either of those two.

“Come, Sword of Fire, Brisinger!” James called out with a mana-laden voice.

A plume of fire arose from James’ palm, forming into the image of a sword without a cross guard. He turned his palm to the side and gripped the handle, bringing the sword up and then flinging it down, showing the true form of the sword. The blade was made out of black metal, with glowing red cracks running through it, like a lava vein under black stone. James fluidly changed into a stance, facing Chloe. Before he could move, Chloe held up her hand.

“Wait. Let’s do this outside. Even though I don’t like you, I certainly don’t hate you to the extent of wanting to destroy your house.” Chloe stated.

“Oh, t-thank you. I completely forgot. Um...” James stammered.

“What is it?”

“I know a good place where we can fight. D-do you want to go there with me?” James stretched out his unoccupied hand, and looked in a different direction.

“Yeah.”

“A-alright. I’ll teleport us there, so take my hand.”

“… You know, you’re not asking me out on a date. We’re fighting, what’s with the embarrassment?”

Chloe grabbed his hand and teleported away.