Only three heroes were left in the inner circle. Lucifer, the Doom, was one of them. He was just buying the last item he needed before he turned around to leave the circle to head into the woods. He hesitated. Something was strange with the two remaining heroes.

Both were redheaded human men and something was not right with them. The first held a bow in one hand. He was wearing a tight green shirt with a loose cape and even tighter pants. He was frowning while he tugged at his pants, clearly annoyed with the tightness of them. He pushed his hand in them, obviously adjusting his member while he grimaced. Strange enough. When he joined a town war, couldn't he wear clothes that didn't make him uncomfortable?

But the second guy was even stranger. He was wearing a red and orange tank top and a long skirt. That was okay, there were many men who wore some kind of skirt. What made the Doom frown, was the fact that the man was jumping up and down while somehow absorbed in thought. And he didn't seem to want to stop the jumping. Was he mentally retarded?

The Doom sighed because that could become a really bad war with those two on his side. With another glance in their direction, the man in green still trying to get himself and his pants in a comfortable position and the man in red still jumping up and down like a retard, Lucifer left the inner circle. He would just go into the woods and kill all the beasts he could find there and hope those two would come to their senses. When he had some experience and a few items from the gold the killing of the beasts earned him, he would leave the cover of the trees and help his allies to kill some of the enemy heroes.

He often used this tactic in the town wars, getting gold and experience from killing the creatures in the woods, before going to the roads to join the actual fighting. It worked well, as long as his allies were at least halfway capable. Thinking of those two allies he sighed again and it almost sounded like resignation.

And so the war began.