The Ancient Ruins was a peaceful, serene place. Birds chirped, flowers bloomed, and all the wildlife roamed in peace. Not much happened, not many tourists came by. The only people that came by were the treasure hunters that try to rob the place of possible treasures. This was once a city, who knows how bustling. Nowadays it wasn't bustling anymore...
Until today, that is.
A roaring sound went and rung through the ruins as a motorcycle flew through the air, jumping off a pseudo-ramp made of a cliff. It landed in rubble, and continued forward. No noise other than that roaring could be heard for a large distance, hundreds of meters. If you got close enough to see the bike, you'd see a man clad in all black riding it, his jacket flying in the wind. His scream of delight could also be heard, the giant "wahoo" that was sounding as he rode the motorcycle through the rubble. He had no reason to be here, none at all. It was simply where the bike took him, as he himself didn't drive it. That'd be suicide. The bike worked on command, as he rode the motorcycle worked with artificial intelligence, listening to his every command. The bike, today, led him to the Ancient Ruins.
As the bike flew off another ramp-cliff, the tires struck the ground harder than before. The man bounced, and heard the snapping of leather. The belt he wore that fastened him to the bike snapped, and he stared at it confused. The bike didn't say anything in retort, so it must not have realized that it had a malfunction. The man shrugged his shoulders, and continued to shout in his glee. Another bounce, and his body flew up in the air, and skidded against the ground. He seemed to bounce, as he cracked against the ground. His jacket ripped, and his arm started to bleed. A glove went off, and it shown the crest of his guild - the guild of Savage Skull.
The body lay there, motionless for a while. His magic aura still resonated, noting he was still alive. However, his blonde hair was matted with red and blood, and his jacket was now torn off, revealing his black tee shirt, which was already torn. The bike stopped and waited, having a sensor that detected magical presence. It knew Seven - that was the man's name - was still alive. However, another detector went off, another person was nearby. The bike sounded its alarm, and began to speak. A woman's robotic voice sounded, speaking to the person that was coming.
"DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER, LEST YOU WANT TROUBLE!"