A level 80 walked nearby the entrance to Falador. He had not heard or seen anyone from the Rimmington. Suddenly, a group of people walked through. "Hello guys, what's up?" The leader of the pack said nothing. The level 80 ignored them, and walked by. A crossbow bolt flew into his back.

"Oh, crap." The level 80 ran as fast as he could. Bolts flew right into him. He sheathed his sword and dived over the crumbled rocks. Quick as a snake, he pressed his back against the walls near the crumbled rock. Someone ran toward him from Taverly. "Dude, we gotta get out of here. They killed all of the ones near the Rimmington house teleport!"

The level 80 took off with the stranger, who was very helpful. Meanwhile in the city, it was chaos. "Everyone, get outta here, bank your items, do something." It was panic in the streets. No one had seen this ever. A small group of people could attack anyone they wanted.

A small clan who had been on the way to a meeting stopped short. "Okay, Mitch and Snake take the left; Blewd and Foe take the right." Snake had been killed earlier and was looking for revenge. Snake pressed his back against the wall and got out his crossbow. Mitch gave the thumbs up sign. Snake returned it.

Mitch took the front and tried to fire. It would not let him attack them. Just then a dragon dagger hit him. It didn't hurt him much, but he was poisoned. "Retreat, everyone outta here!" Foe screamed. Snake ran pretty fast. "Leave them, the one will die of the poison." Durial commanded. "We still got some loose ends to tie up."