The gates of Luoyang crash open, and allied troops surge inward. The daring young generals follow, Sun Jian foremost among them.

“Usurper! Tyrant! Fiend and false emperor!” he thunders, saber high. “Im in ur base!”

“Do not want,” Dong Zhuo chortles in reply, as fire roars across the thatched roofs of the city. “lol! gtg.” He wheels his horse and pounds for the western gate.

“Never gonna give you up,” snaps Cao Cao, lashing his steed, urging his detachment through the flames. “You have no chance to survive make your time!”

“O,” grins Lu Bu, waiting just around the corner. “RLY?”