{He really knows something about this weird situation?!}
Dackör realization infuriates him, yet, he has to maintain his focus on the new message that is appearing in the deep indigo sky that looks like ink.
Mandate Starts In → Undefined
{Undefined?!, What is that nonsense?!, I need to check this Mandate}
Along Dackör's thought, a golden interface pops up before him.
Mandate = Five To Rise
• 505 Participants
• Establish 101 Teams Of Five Participants By Intertwining Temporarily The Respective Coefficient Flow Of The Selected Candidates
› [ 0 / 101 ] [ × ]
• Enter In One Of The Temporary Adjacent Sectors And Complete The Estipulated Random
› [ 0 / 1 ] [ × ]
• Expand The Team By Any Means, Buying, Convincing, Capturing, Subduing, Seducing, Enslaving, Hiring, Luring, Scamming, Making, Taming Or Creating Other Participants And So On
› [ 5 < 0 ] [ × ]
• Equivalent To Teams
Earl's Will = 0 / 100
Count's Will = 0 / 50
Baron's Will = 0 / 25
• Survive For Undefined
• Xenz = 7 Per Team Member
{I wasn't wrong about the Teams, although I don't know what that Random thing is, or the Xenz}
"A new colour!"; Exclaim pointing to Dackör's group an extroverted young lady with short hair and glowing eyes of a similar shade.
Some Participants gather closely, stopping their tracks after seeing the Pistol held by the short young man's right hand.
Several more do the same backing off, taking their distance after checking the deep indigo messages and seeing the names of those around them.
This is especially true with the ones that match the list of Rewards that appeared in the sky.
Others doesn't care in the slightest about such menial matters, as they have a Gun of their own, approaching confidently or even rudely to talk with possible Members of the needed Teams.
A dark chocolate skin guy with ivory short hair and purple irises surrounding his slit pupils gets near Dackör, demanding answers with seriousness "Tell me how do I obtain the new interface?".
A couple of people snorts and ignores the dumb inquiry, including Dackör and his companions.
For the short young man, this is a simple matter of knowledge, principles and power, he doesn't really care about the second aspect, because the former is more pressing than the latter.
As a pink skinned toned young man is aware of more than anyone else in the strange environment they are; And said wild variable is approaching Dackör's Teammates.
"May I have a word with you two?"; Said politely the pink skinned young man towards Dulladnne and Zwïsha, both Women feeling an uneasiness that makes them put a defensive and wary stance.
The short young man replies on the Female's behalf "I don't think so buddy, they are with me"; Remarks Dackör embracing firmly the waists of his Feminine Teammates "Look for company elsewhere".
Zwïsha is slightly taken aback, while Dulladnne leans slightly over Dackör's shoulder, pressing her natural large bosom to convey the short young man truthful statement.
"There is no need to be so insecure Louse Pipsqueak, I want a light chatting with the Ladies, Not with you".
Dackör snorts, not caring about the Nickname as his sarcastic voice is filled with fake confusion, remarking dramatically his first word "Insecure?!"; He does an ephemeral pause "By speaking aloud and stepping forward to protect what is mine?".
The short young man let go the sensual silhouettes of his companions, walking forward to be in between the Females and the Newcomer "You have it all wrong buddy, Insecurity is not giving your maximum effort just because you are going to be defeated anyways".
The toned young man remains almost unaffected, as there is a slight angry twitch under his left eye "Ha, That remains to be seen, I simply wanted to take pacifically the Tiles they have, but I will do it the hard way, starting with you Louse Pipsqueak".
The toned young man leaps forward, making the gesture of wanting to throw a punch; The action itself is nonsense, being a vast space of almost 6 meters of separation between said youngster and Dackör.
Yet, such oddity is what alerts the short young man, raising his left arm in guard, the aggressor is surprised by the fast reaction and countermeasure of his opponent.
However, Dackör and everybody else in the surroundings is consternated by the pink skinned youngster warping from his previous location, reappearing in front of the short young man.
The latter's height takes an important role in this confrontation, ducking slightly and deflecting the incoming fist with the exterior part of his left forearm.
Keeping the upper hand, literally and figuratively, Dackör launches his left knee upwards against the aggressor's right lower belly, making him bending forward in pain.
Meanwhile, the short young man lowers his left leg, using the pink skinned young man's right thigh as a stepping stone, launching himself into a jump that impacts Dackör's right knee on the other young man's chin, sending him backwards.
Again the short young man lowers his leg, but this time is the right one, kicking down the body of the toned young man.
Pointing the Pistol towards the head of his vulnerable target, and determined to put a hole in it, the short young man is about to pull the trigger.
But something is wrong, Dackör can sense it from the arrogant smirk plastered on the pink skinned young man.
And that moment is when the short young man returns his gaze to the front, observing an incoming a wave of Gold Nuvlierz Energy that appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
Dackör's reaction time is unprecedented, adopting in the air a fetal position while he is energizing the revetment of milky brown Nuvlierz Energy in the frontal surface of his body.
Withstanding the harsh pushback impact crashing against him, the short young man is sent several meters back, yet, he lands gracefully, standing on his feet over the evenly cut neon green grass.
The pink skinned young man clicks his tongue in annoyance "*Tch*"; As a golden ex "X" appears before Dackör, the meaning is evident, "Killing Others Is Not Allowed".
{I got it, But what about attacking others with no fatal injuries?}
The short young man does not plan to remain with the doubt, even if that means he receives another strike.
Shooting at the ankle of the toned young man, the milky brown bullet pierces part of the strangely sturdy limb.
A deafening scream of pain leaves the youngster, as his pinkish blood falls over the green neon grass.
The leaves in the ground grow rapidly, infiltrating the wound and trapping the toned young man's leg.
He reacts with hastiness and precision, firing from his hand a single bullet of Nuvlierz Energy, creating a small explosion that melts away the neon green grass, as well as partially cauterizing his wounded ankle…