Imphrael let the boy end him without any resistance - it was actually kind of hard to keep himself from retaliating because it had become so instinctive to fight back. Many of the hackers realized what he was doing and rushed in to stop him, but of course, the swordsman was faster. The blank face of the mechanical champion did not show the grin that his player bared. "Run." he whispered to the scythe-bearing swordsman. The command was soft and quick, but the look of lightning jumping over the dying champion's body was enough to show him he meant what he said.<br/><br/>Almost without warning, Imphrael roared as he threw his neck back, exploding into a storm of static energy that spread out like a wildfire, obliterating anyone in a ten-foot radius of the mechanical as Imphrael's body began to crack and splinter, swallowing the grid in a wave of light until all that was left was scrap metal and the remains of everyone he had taken with him, slowly dissolving into data.<br/><br/>Within seconds Imphrael opened a private message channel with both of his "saviors" from his respawn location, his headquarters in Mechcity. Normally only guilds had headquarters, so Imphrael bought himself a one-man guild and used the headquarters as his personal mansion and dojo.<br/><br/>"Listen, thanks for the save but you both need to get out of there. If I know Kharos he's got high-level reinforcements on their way right now, and you need to get out before they get there. Meet me in my headquarters in Mechcity - I'm sending the coordinates now. Both of you have inadvertently found yourselves caught in a firefight by helping me today, and I need to know you'll be ready to deal with it. Especially you, swordsman - killing me has artificially increased your ranking, so you're going to be receiving a lot of new attention, and not the good kind. Any questions?"