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(GS3) Field: Umano Underground Slums

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Jello:
The splitting headache returned on and off all night and there was nothing he could really do about it at that point. Medicine and sleep wouldn't fix it. All he found himself able to grasp onto was the realization of his goal being completed.

Stumbling weakly into the alums, he tumbled around a few times, using the wall for support more often than not in order to maintain a standing position. Soon after making it a few yards towards the base, a stray faction member under Hikaru noticed him. He ran over to him to lend the poor boy a hand.

"Are you OK? Err, sir?" He stood up on the shoulder of the soldier-esque man. He caught him breath, slowly trekking towards the base with the man before abruptly stopping him.

"Do you know where your leader is? Actually, never mind that... Send him this message." The man eagerly awaited this message for a moment as he shuffled to the man's front. He stared deep into his eyes for a moment.

"Find me at the park. After he saves you."

"Saves me---?"

Lock.

Bewilderment beyond the wildest dreams began as the soldier dropped to his knees in agony. Fury began to build up into him. He was nearly screaming at the top of his lungs as a red static and perplexing black ring began consuming at the man. He writhed in agony for a moment.

Silence. He became limp for a moment. Then the man restood, shoulders slumped.

Then only the sound of slight laughter filled the alleyway. Whose laughter? Well nobody really knows. He walked out of the alley, weakly coughing as he proceeded to exit the slums.

"I'll leave this in your capable hands...."

Hope:
A strange group of fighters were gathered up among the usual spot where he and his buddies would usually meet up. They were playing Vanguard like usual, but there was something different about them. It seems that the found their daily victim, someone to push around for laughs. While Daisuke himself wasn't usually encouraging it, he was fine with standing by and letting his friends enjoy themselves. He liked it when they were having fun.

"HEY GUYS YA FOUND 'NOTHER TODAY HAHA?" He ran over to them, waving and laughing.

But they were silent.

"SOMETHING WRONG?" He tilted his head over to look at the victim. I was a scrawny little man, sitting down in a fetal position. The usual kind of position when surrounded by large burly men who want your lunch money, but strangely enough he could've sworn that he saw a dark energy about the small man.

This wasn't how their fun times usually went about.

"STOP THIS GUYS SOMETHING IS ACTUALLY WRONG WITH HIM!" He warned his friends, for once telling them to stop as there was no good fun in causing harm to this extent, but his friends remained silent.

"Are you a strong fighter?" One of them asked.
"WHAT? I'LL FIGHT YOU RIGHT NOW IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT!" He raised his fists.
"No.. this kind." The one whom turned to him lifted up his deck, surrounded by an energy of darkness. His gang mate's eyes glowed red, a smirk of evil ran across his face from cheek to cheek. This wasn't the smile that he wanted his friends to have.
"DAMMIT!!" He rushed in  jumped over them, about 50 feet in to the air, and tossed his deck onto the table, the sheer force of his throw causing an explosion of dust along the surrounding area.

"IF THIS IS THE KIND OF FIGHT YOU WANT THEN COME AT ME, I'LL TAKE YOU ALL ON MYSELF!"

Spectre Diamond:
"AHHHHHHHH!" The last fighter slumped into the ground as the reverse had taken over completely. Blood red energy engulfed him as he was screaming in agony. The screams stopped as he gave a dark grin.

He turned to the rest of the reversed fighters of the slums as they had dark glints in their eyes.

"Now go forth and reverse anyone for our empire!" They erupted into cheers as some gave a salute to the masked individual. The dark glass my have obscured his face but he could still perfectly see and talk through it. The reversed fighters began to dispersed as he turned around to his reversed generals.

"Now I have a special task for you four. I want you to go to New York and start our conquest for the empire." The 4 of them gave a dark grin as they left on their motorcycles, heading to the air port. Hikaru turned to the moon as he stared at it.

Hope:
"EVEN NOW THERE'S MORE?"

Daisuke hid inside an abandoned shack within the slums to get rest. The amount of reversed fighters were reaching among the thousands. An endless army of them lay in wait for him should he decide to even make a single step outside. He was thinking to himself as he hid how dire the situation for him has become. Not only were they endless in numbers, but they were getting stronger with each one that he defeated. He thought to himself how this happened, how the Underground King let this happen.

"I HAVE TO FIND HIKARU... UGH" He slowly stood up and ran back out into the open, placing his deck onto a table and continuing to fight. "HERCULES ATTACK!"

[R.T] SpiderHunterMD:
A form of darkness strolled into the Underground, seeking out its King. Beyond this land lies his opponent, the one he wishes to defeat and add to the list of Sins he has annihilated. 'Wrath' was the first target he hunted, the Underground King, a man of little patients and aggressive tendencies.

The aura of enveloping shadows looked upon this field of nothingness. Amon stood in the centre of the first stage, surrounded by minions of the King.

"Sins of the world will be cleared in my name, watch as they fall one by one until there are no more. By thou name Amon, you shall suffer the same fate!" With this, Amon began defeating the Minions around him.

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