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Speaking of which, here's the next part. I'm going to have to sleep now and resume when I get up!
Priorities
Dank swung off his penicorn and slapped it on the rump, sending it homeward. It cut a swarthe of rainbow sparkles through the fire and smoke and eventually disappeared. Dank set his hammer upon his shoulder and stumped his way through the chaos. It was hard to believe that a bunch of teenaged boors would have the capacity to coordinate an attack like this... and it was just as hard to believe that the Anonymous Legion would truly find a worthy cause in destroying this place. Either way he had to set some kind of priority, but it was hard to decide what to address first seeing as the whole city was going up in smoke.
"Mister Dank!" Dank spun around, to find a well-dressed (but slightly bedraggled) man weaving a jagged path through the debris towards him. "Mister Dank, thank goodness you have arrived!"
"What is it, man, who are you!" Dank barked at him.
"My name, sir, is Goumas-" Goumas began. Dank frowned, his beard and mighty brow scrunching up. Now where have I heard that name before he pondered. Seeing the frown, Goumas rushed on.
"I am a scientist but I have had to work as an alchemist for many years until I started working as a teacher, you have my deepest thanks for this oppor-"
"Will you shut up for a minute?" Goumas stopped while Dank finished his recollection. It had something to do with Strop poking his oversized nose in his affairs... "Alright then, get to the point!"
"Well, you see, sir, this morning I was trying to teach my class as usual but they had turned into horrible teenagers overnight, and, well, and they chased me out of my class." Goumas bit his lip, fearing the reaction.
"You WHAT?" Dank roared. "And what's going on in the Armor Academy now?"
"It's, it's been completely overrun sir." Goumas cowered, trying to hide behind an invisible wall.
In the distance, a shockwave boomed and fire bloomed into the sky. Dank stared at Goumas for a moment, then shoved him aside. "Move it, I have to get to the Academy!" He had run barely a minute when another resounding crash sounded, this time much closer, and the ground shook so severely he was thrown off-balance. Scrambling to his feet he stumbled along, fearing every of the thousand fates that could have already befallen the Armor Academy.
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Meanwhile back at the ArmorBank
IS KLAUS ABOUT TO BE UNMASKED!?
SO HERE IT IS, the final part before the assignment!
When The Smoke Cleared
"Hey, how long you gonna lie there you dumb-***?"
Strop blinked and rubbed his head. He had a splitting headache, as if something very large and very heavy had just pounded him into the earth. Then he realised who was calling him, and he sat up with as start.
"Dank!?"
Dank snorted and rubbed his beard. "Yeah look, you could have, you know, not gotten flattened by the McFisty thing?" He grunted again and looked a way. Strop could have sworn he was a little misty-eyed, but that couldn't be right.
"Ugh... what happened?"
"I thought I just told you. I suppose it's just as well you're so dense, you coulda been killed. They've got some nerve, exploiting infrastructure loopholes to import game objects through the walls of..." Dank trailed off, muttering.
Slowly, Strop peeled himself out of the Strop-crater, looking around at the curiously quiet courtyard, punctuated by the occasional person running by holding various bits of furniture and other vaulables. It all looked a bit suspicious, as if... as if everybody had reached the conclusion that- "I, um, thanks?... oh crap, the bank!?"
Dank sighed. "Eh, too bad about that. The AP's valueless now. Word's getting around... judging by the looting it's just about reached the Shopping Quarter now."
Strop sprang out of the crater, wincing temporarily, then shrugging it off. "Oh no! Dank, you gotta help me, we gotta do something about this!"
"I already am. Apparently I have to go save the Academy. So I'll be doing that then." Dank wheeled around on his heel and ran off as fast as his stubby legs would take him.
"Wait, but... argh!" Strop slumped on his haunches "What am I gonna do now..."