Yu-Gi-Oh! D.T.
Chapter 1: Creeping Shadows, A Light Emerges
November 11, 3050 9:17 PM
The man in the black cloak knocked a helpless woman down, having just beaten her in a duel. He was good at dueling, always was. That's why he joined the organization in the first place: so that he could use his skills to the fullest. He had one goal and one goal only: to be the strongest man in the world. The man in black believed that the best way to secure this position would be to lead the strongest organization in the world and to control everything with him as undisputed ruler. Since he had joined the Dark Chasers fifteen years ago, the man had come a long way by doing exactly what he was doing to the woman before him. Striking his whimpering opponent down, the man in black picked up her deck and scanned it for rare cards.
This woman wasn't an opponent he was ordered to defeat. His primary job was to defeat duelists assigned to him by his boss. However, when he didn't receive a specific request from the boss, he spent his free time picking out duelists he deemed worthy and dueling them for their best cards. This wasn't his job, but in a way, he felt like it was his life's mission. The stronger the opponent, the more fulfilling the victory.
Everyday, the man travelled from place to place around the perimeter he was in charge of, challenging any duelists he heard were strong. The idea was that strong duelists had to have strong cards, so by defeating them and obtaining their cards, he could not only prove his superiority but also become stronger himself. Yet, more often than not, he ended up being disappointed by opponents he he found he could easily beat in one turn. It had been almost a year since he added a new card to his deck, and even that card was taken from someone he had beaten in two turns instead of one.
Sighing deeply, the man in black tossed the woman's cards on the ground. Like most of his arbitrary victims, her deck was full of junk cards. Stepping over these "trash cards," or so the group had called them, he mounted his duel runner and drove off into the night, seeking his next victim.
November 12, 3050 8:42 AM
Early in the morning, Eric Lambert, a twenty year-old orphan, strolled down to the local convenience store to buy a bottle of iced tea as he did every other day. He was relatively short on money because there wasn't much work lately, but that didn't stop him. Eric wasn't intelligent or athletic, but he never relied on others to help him survive. He insisted on being able to support himself with his efforts alone, as he hated the idea of others taking pity on him. Unfortunately, as a result of this stubborn decision and his lack of profitable talents, Eric had only managed to find unsteady employment in a variety of menial jobs, yielding barely enough to afford a cheap apartment in a ghetto neighborhood.
Due to his solitary nature, Eric had little to no friends. But in his life, he had never desired any friendship aside from that of his cards, which still didn't exactly count because he viewed them as an extension of himself. That's right: the center of Eric's life had always been Duel Monsters. In school, he found the utmost joy in dueling against his classmates; they were only classmates because Eric's obstinate insistence in being alone prevented them from being anything more. Their only interest in him was his impressive winning streak, but even that ultimately furthered his isolation by breeding jealousy.
Nonetheless, Eric's dueling skills not only got him into Duel Academy on scholarship, but also allowed him to graduate a year early. Unfortunately, he failed to find a sponsor who would fund his professional career because they deemed him too unappealing to the masses. Yet, this didn't stop him from pursuing his ambitions. It had always been his dream to one day own a duel runner, to ride down the lane with the wind rustling through his silky, black hair. Eric's highest aim was the pro league, where he could face off against the best of the best. But until then, he decided to save up his earnings from his menial labor.
As he approached the cash register, Eric came face to face with the owner of the store, a middle-aged man named Moria Gaige. When their eyes met, the owner furrowed his brow as the wrinkles on his bony face became more apparent. Eric had never done anything to insult or harm Gaige, but for some reason, he was disliked by him. It wasn't particularly surprising since Eric had few traits to admire and many to look down upon, but Gaige's aversion to him was different from that of his previous classmates. It was as though he had an inherent dislike for him, an unjustified hostility that seemed to stem from Eric's very existence. Yet, Eric enjoyed their relationship. Gaige didn't ignore him like the others. In fact, he constantly badgered him about a plethora of things: his appearance, his employment, his lack of friends, and more. Today was no different.
"I see you're low on cash as always," Gaige sighed as he scanned the iced tea.
"Economy's tough nowadays you know?" Eric said, attempting a smile as he pulled back his overgrown bangs.
"What does a brat like you know about economics?" the man scoffed. "Considering your unsteady employment, I'd say you never went to school!"
"But I did," Eric rebutted. "I got my diploma from Duel Academy."
"Right," Gaige grunted. "You were a Slifer Red, right? That just shows how low of a rank you had and how bad your dueling must be."
"Want to duel me and find out?" Eric asked, annoyed that his dueling skills were called into question.
"No way," Gaige sneered. "If I wasted my time on even one duel with you, I'd lose sales equal to triple what you have in your wallet."
"At least I have enough to buy this," Eric smirked as he sipped his iced tea.
"Forget the tea," Gaige frowned. "From what I've seen, you'll be lucky to even pay your rent this month."
"We'll get there when we get there," Eric chuckled weakly, exiting the store with shoulders sagging.
Right outside, Eric noticed a child crying on the sidewalk. It was a small, brown-haired boy with his arms wrapped around his knees, crouching over a puddle of his own snot and tears. Eric tried to forget about getting involved. He didn't want to waste his savings on something to calm the kid down but in the end, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't ignore a despairing child, especially one that reminded him so much of his old, pathetic self. Eric walked over, took the boy by the hand, brought him into the store, and bought him a vanilla ice-cream cone, which proved to be a suitable balm as the child stopped crying instantaneously.
"What's your name?" inquired Eric.
"I-I'm Jack," he sniffled with cream-smothered lips. "And you are?"
"Leaving," Eric grunted. "Go back to your mom, kid."
"I-I can't," Jack said with a suddenly downcast expression.
"What do you mean you can't?" Eric frowned.
"My mom," Jack whimpered. "She-she's been captured by the Dark Chasers!"
"The Dark Chasers?" asked a confused Eric.
"Yeah," the boy said bitterly. "They're this gang that goes around and steals people's rare cards. They think they can do anything they want in this city."
"A duel gang, huh?" Eric sighed. "Not surprising in this dump of a city."
"You've gotta help me!" Jack cried. "I can't live without my mom!"
That hit a nerve for Eric. Having lost both his parents at a young age, Eric had lived by himself for most of his life, surviving without the support or encouragement of any parental figures. Compared to the life he had lived, Eric thought that this kid losing his mom was nothing, that he was a coward for crying and doing nothing about it himself. But Eric wasn't the kind of person who would say that. He believed in his own strength, but that strength derived from the pain of his past. He couldn't expect someone who never experienced loss or grief to have that kind of strength. Rather, he wouldn't want someone to have to experience it, let alone a child. To him, this was an opportunity to spare someone of his pain.
"Please save my mom!" Jack sobbed. "I'll give anything to get her back!"
"Alright," Eric said, attempting a smile. "Meet me here tonight at 9. I'll get your mother back."
The only problem was he didn't know what he would do. Sure he could beat them in a duel but he couldn't win in a fist fight. Eric wasn't afraid of getting beaten up, but what he feared most was losing his cards, the cards that meant more to him than his own life. The cards that his late father left for him. If he didn't go, he would guarantee his and his cards' safety. Yet, he couldn't just ignore the boy after learning about his plight. After an hour of head-scratching, Eric finally decided that he would just go and hope for the best.
November 11, 3050 9:00 PM
At 9 o'clock sharp, Jack arrived outside the convenience store.
"Ready?" Eric asked.
"Yeah," Jack replied.
"Alright," Eric said. "Let's go."
"Um," Jack mumbled, "thanks again for helping me."
"No need to thank me," Eric smirked.
Why? Eric asked himself again. Why am I helping this kid?
He had no connection to this boy whatsoever, and helping him not only placed his life at risk but also yielded no benefit for him. Yet, he was compelled to help this teary-faced, snot-nosed brat rescue his mother. Sure, Eric originally thought he was trying to save this boy from going through the same Hell as him, but his ego certainly wasn't large enough to view himself as a hero of justice. But at the same time, receiving someone's feelings of gratitude wasn't bad either.
Eric's conflicted feelings led him to seek guidance from his father and ask himself what he would do in this situation. It wasn't a second later that the found the answer he was looking for. Like his father, he wanted to become a beacon of light. He wanted to set an example for others to follow, to show them the right way to live: with respect and virtue. Turning to look at Jack, Eric smiled fondly at the thought that his actions today could inspire this boy to one day follow in his footsteps, just as his father had done for him.
"J-just in case anything happens to you," Jack suddenly stuttered, "at least tell me your name."
"It's Eric," he replied with a grin. "Eric Lambert."
Feeling embarrassingly good about himself, Eric followed Jack to where the Dark Chasers' hideout was supposed to be. After a good ten minutes of walking, they arrived at a small, isolated warehouse that smelled of rust and urine. Trying his best to ignore the stench, Eric peeked through the window and caught a glimpse of a large man wearing a black leather jacket, drinking with the rest of his gang in their den of sinful frivolity.
He didn't see Jack's mother anywhere, so he guessed that she was being held in a back room. Reassuring himself, Eric decided that the safest and most efficient move was to sneak in, rescue his mother, and leave without being caught. However, just as Eric was climbing over the nearest window, he felt a push on his back. Taken completely by surprise, Eric fell inside the building, landing on his back with a loud thud. As he looked up, the room became silent and all eyes, ravenous and hostile, fell on him.
"I got you another one, boss," Jack said from behind.
"Good job, kid," the large man laughed. "Keep this up and I just might make you my right-hand man."
"What is this?" asked a puzzled Eric.
"You've been tricked, dumbass," Jack giggled. "I lured you here so we can rob you of that rare card we heard you had."
"I trusted you," Eric said through gritted teeth. "You betrayed me!"
"Just shut up and hand over your cards," Jack snickered. "Unless you want to get hurt."
"I'm not giving in without a fight!" Eric shouted.
"A fight?" Jack shrieked with laughter. "You can't fight an ant!"
"That's not what I meant," Eric said, turning to the large man. "I challenge you to a duel!"
"Why should our boss duel you?" Jack sneered. "We could just beat the shit out of you and take your cards."
"Because we're duelists," Eric declared. "Because we settle things by dueling."
A chill went down Eric's spine as he looked into the eyes of over a dozen hoodlums, glaring viciously at him with blood-thirsty grins on their smug faces. Yet, Eric didn't falter. Although he was afraid, he did nothing but glare back, holding his ground and refusing to surrender despite his seemingly hopeless situation. The room was silent for the next minute.
"Not bad," the large man said, suddenly bursting into laughter. "It's been a while since I've met such a feisty guy. I like you. Alright, let's duel. If you win, I'll let you free. But if you lose, all your cards are mine!"
"Bring it on," Eric replied sternly. "We'll settle his fair and square."
"Let me introduce myself," the man said as he threw a duel disk at Eric. "I'm Hammer, as in the one that's gonna nail you down so hard, you'll never see the morning light!"
Upon hearing that name and that threat, Eric found himself smirking. He had never met anyone who bore such a ridiculous name and who was actually proud of it. Yet, no matter how humorous the name Hammer was, there had to have been a reason why he was given that name, and that reason suddenly made Eric a little more nervous about this duel. He had to be really strong. On one hand, he was slightly intimidated by how powerful this man could be, but on the other hand, he was excited by the prospect of dueling a skilled opponent. Smiling in anticipation, Eric strapped on the standard issue white-colored duel disk he was given and nodded his head to indicate that he was ready.
"Duel!" both said simultaneously, their duel disks flashing once to signal the beginning of the battle.
"I'll start things off," Hammer said assertively. "I summon Iron Knuckler in attack mode!"
A muscular warrior rose from the ground, pounding its metal knuckles together tauntingly.
(Iron Knuckler: Level 3/EARTH/Warrior/ATK-1600 DEF-1200/Effect-When this card attacks, you can Special Summon an "Iron" monster from your hand)
"Next, I play the Continuous Spell Iron Pressure!" Hammer announced.
(Iron Pressure: Each time an "Iron" monster is Special Summoned, deal 800 points of damage to your opponent for each monster that was summoned)
"Iron Pressure deals you 800 damage when I Special Summon an Iron monster," Hammer explained. "I'll leave you with a card face down. Turn end!"
Iron monsters, huh? Eric thought to himself.
He had seen them countless times before at Duel Academy. They were an archetype that a lot of rich kids used because of their raw stats and strong effects. He wasn't surprised that someone named Hammer would use such a power-based deck. From his past duels, Eric knew that Iron monsters were very formidable because they allowed their users to summon high ATK monsters and deal a great deal of damage at surprisingly low costs. However, Eric wasn't worried; despite the power and rarity advantage that Iron decks possessed, he had never in his life lost against one.
"My turn," Eric declared. "I summon Moon Samurai in attack mode."
A portal appeared beside Eric, revealing a samurai clad in blue armor.
(Moon Samurai: Level 4/LIGHT/Warrior/ATK-1000 DEF-1600/Effect-When this card is Normal Summoned, you can discard one card from your hand to increase its ATK by 800)
"I activate Moon Samurai's effect," Eric said. "I discard a card to have Moon Samurai gain 800 ATK. Moon Samurai, attack Iron Knuckler!"
Moon Samurai charged at Iron Knuckler, skillfully avoiding a punch before slashing it in half. As he watched his monster being shattered into pieces, Hammer gave a rattled grunt. (4000/3800)
"Turn end," Eric said, pleased that he had drawn first blood.
"Don't think you've won just yet," Hammer smirked. "I activate the Spell card Iron Cycle. I discard 1 card from my hand to Special Summon Iron Knuckler from my Graveyard! Revive, Iron Knuckler!"
A chain flew from Hammer's duel disk into the ground, pulling the armed fighter from the depths of Hell.
(Discard one "Iron" monster to Special Summon one from the Graveyard)
"Now, I summon Iron Gloves in attack mode!" Hammer grinned. "My knuckler will equip these gloves and increase its ATK by 500!"
As Hammer described, a large pair of metal boxing gloves materialized onto Iron Knuckler's fists, raising its ATK stat.
(Iron Gloves: Level 2/EARTH/Machine/ATK-0 DEF-1000/Effect: This card can only be summoned when there is a Warrior monster on your field. Once per turn, you can equip or unequip this card to a monster. The equipped monster gains 500 ATK)
"Iron Knuckler," Hammer commanded, "attack Moon Samurai!"
Iron Knuckler dashed towards Moon Samurai, throwing a heavy punch that broke through the swordsman's katana and blasted a gory hole through his chest. Eric scowled, first at the sight of his monster being destroyed, and then at the obnoxious cheering of Hammer's gang. (3700/3800)
"Since Iron Knuckler attacked," Hammer chuckled in triumph, "I can Special Summon Iron Pirate in attack mode!"
Yet another burly man appeared onto the field, this time a pirate with an iron hook and a metal peg leg.
(Iron Pirate: Level 2/EARTH/Warrior/ATK-1000 DEF-900/Effect-When this card deals damage to your opponent, gain Life Points equal to twice the damage)
"Now," Hammer laughed, "since I Special Summoned a monster, you take 800 from Iron Pressure!"
A chain flew from Hammer's card, piercing through Eric's chest and causing another loud uproar from the fans. Eric flinched from the visual effect as a bead of sweat rolled down his face, reflecting his concern. (2900/3800)
"How do you like that?" Hammer cackled. "This is my killer Iron Chain Combo. No one's ever beaten these super rare cards!"
"You think you'll win just because you have rare cards?" Eric growled. "It's going to take a lot more than rare cards to beat me."
"We'll see about that," Hammer smirked. "Iron Pirate, direct attack! Iron Pirate will convert double the damage into Life Points!"
Iron Pirate stabbed Eric in the gut and jumped back with a sack of treasure. Another cacophonous cheer. (1900/5800)
"Turn end," Hammer said with a pompous grin.
"My turn!" said Eric, gritting his teeth in agitation. "I summon Tuner monster Lunar Soul!"
A luminous sphere of amorphous energy blinked onto the field, shimmering softly.
(Lunar Soul: Level 2/LIGHT/Psychic/ATK-0 DEF-0/Effect: When this card is summoned, you can play a Trap card from your hand)
"By Lunar Soul's effect," Eric explained, "I can activate a Trap card from my hand. I activate Soul Resurrection, allowing me to Special Summon a Level 4 or lower Light monster from my Graveyard! Come back, Moon Samurai!"
A gaseous glowing substance materialized onto the field, transforming to take the shape of the fallen samurai.
(Special Summon a level 4 or lower Light monster from your Graveyard)
"So you brought that thing back for me to pound again," Hammer jeered. "Summon all the trash monsters you want. I'll just destroy them all."
"You know," Eric frowned, "I hate bastards like you. You think you can win just because you have rare cards that are strong by themselves. You have no respect for other cards because you judge their value by their rarity."
"No shit," Hammer grinned. "I don't need any of those weak, trash cards you use. Everyone knows that rare cards are the strongest. That's why I'm kicking your ass so hard right now."
"Nothing is worthless," Eric scowled, furrowing his brow. "A strong duelist isn't someone with strong cards. It's someone who can bring out the potential of their cards no matter how weak or how common they are! That's what it means to be a true duelist!"
"Bullshit," Hammer sneered. "Even if you say that, your little trash monsters can't do anything to mine."
"Then I'll show you," Eric said with a fierce glow in his eyes. "I'll show you how strong my so-called 'trash monsters' are. I'm tuning level 4 Moon Samurai with level 2 Lunar Soul. The shining moon guides all to greatness. Glisten brightly in your destiny! Synchro Summon! Sparkle, Lunar Knight!"
The two monsters transformed into a pair of shining rings, which twirled around the room for a few seconds before crossing over each other. These rings spun with increasing speed until they formed a shimmering ball of incandescent light, which burst in an explosion of blinding rays. When vision was restored, what stood before Eric was a fully armored knight wielding a glistening lance. Every member of the gang gasped in awe at the sheer sight of this gallant knight clad in shining armor, including Hammer himself. It wasn't until a minute later that Hammer regained his composure.
(Lunar Knight: Level 6/LIGHT/Warrior/ATK-1800 DEF-1400/Effect-This card can attack until your opponent controls no monsters. This card gains 100 ATK for each monster in your Graveyard)
"Ha!" Hammer mocked. "Are you stupid? You tried to show off some fancy Synchro Summon but all you did was bring out a monster that's weaker than mine. What a joke!"
"Don't be too sure," Eric rebutted. "Lunar Knight gains 100 ATK for each monster in my Graveyard."
"So what?" Hammer smirked. "You only have 2 monsters in your grave, so your monster only has 2000 ATK. That's not enough to beat Iron Knuckler."
"I think I forgot to mention something," Eric grinned. "That card I discarded earlier by Moon Samurai's effect was the Trap card Late Offering. By removing it from play, I can discard 2 monsters. So now, I count 4 monsters in my grave."
"What?" exclaimed Hammer.
Raising its lance in the air, the knight in blue armor collected spheres of light energy at the tip and used it to enhance its weapon's power.
(If this card is in your Graveyard, you can remove it from play to send 2 monsters from your hand to your Graveyard)
"Now Lunar Knight has a total ATK of 2200," Eric said. "Lunar Knight, attack Iron Knuckler, Shining Lance!"
The armored knight lunged at the knuckled fighter, who shielded himself with his metal gloves. However, a bright light flashed from the warrior's lance, shattering Iron Gloves into a million pieces. (1900/5700)
"Iron Gloves protects Iron Knuckler from being destroyed," Hammer grinned.
"Too bad," Eric countered, "because my knight can attack every one of your monsters until you have nothing left! Shining Lance Barrage!"
"No way!" Hammer shouted, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Leaping off from its first strike, Lunar Knight spun around and slashed Iron Knuckler in half, obliterating it instantly. Without missing a beat, it then kicked off its back foot and lunged at Iron Pirate, who was skewered in once stab. In a matter of seconds, Hammer's field was laid to waste. (1900/3900)
"Don't tell me," Jack said excitedly from inside the crowd, "this is that rare card of his!"
This exclamation resulted in a bunch of chatters from the crowd, which first gossiped worriedly and then began laughing merrily.
"How is it, boss?" one of the laughed. "Think it'll fit in with your deck?"
"No way!" another chimed in. "I want to have it! I haven't gotten a new card in ages!"
These comments struck a nerve in Eric, who trembled with rage at the despicable thoughts entertained by the gang members. Although he was agitated by their noisy cheering, what really pissed him off was the fact that they talked like his card was already theirs. They treated cards like they were simple commodities that could be traded left and right, with absolutely no respect for the bonds between duelists and their cards. As he simmered with rage, Eric cemented a thought in his mind that should've been clear from the very beginning: this was the worst pack of human scum he'd ever seen. Yet, despite his fury and disdain, Eric managed to take a deep breath and focus back on the duel.
"I set 1 card face down," Eric said, furrowing his brow in disgust. "Turn end."
"That's a pretty nice card you have there," snickered Hammer. "It'd be a shame to let such a strong card rest in such unworthy hands."
"Yeah," Eric said spitefully, "which is why I'll win this duel, so it won't fall in your filthy hands."
"Cheeky brat," Hammer scoffed as he spit on the ground. "My turn. I activate the Trap card Monster Drainer, letting me draw 2 cards for every monster I choose to discard. I discard 1 monster so I can draw 2 cards."
(Draw 2 cards for each monster you discard)
As he had described, Hammer tossed one card into his Graveyard and plucked two more cards from the top of his deck.
"Heh!" Hammer cackled after seeing his draws. "You're in for it now! I play the Spell card Iron Calling, which lets me Special Summon a level 4 or lower Iron monster from my deck. I summon Iron Twins!"
A heavy metal cylinder abruptly dropped from the sky, with a door opening to reveal a pair of identical iron robots.
(When your opponent controls a monster and you control no monsters, you can Special Summon a level 4 or lower "Iron" monster from your deck)
(Iron Twins: Level 4/EARTH/Warrior/ATK-1800 DEF-600/ Effect: You can tribute this card to Special Summon 2 Iron Twin Tokens: Level 2/ EARTH/Warrior/ATK-900 DEF-300)
"Now," Hammer snickered, "you take 800 from Iron Pressure!"
"I activate Damage Reverse!" Eric countered. "I return all the effect damage I take back to you!"
(All effect damage you would take this turn is dealt to your opponent instead)
As the chains reemerged and shot towards Eric, a magical barrier formed around him, shielding him and reflecting the chains back at Hammer, who gave a tiny yelp. (1900/3100)
"What the hell did you do?" Hammer scowled.
"You think you can win so easily just because your cards are rare?" Eric said scornfully. "It was your mistake to have ever thought that. It's going to be your own rare cards that make you lose!"
"You think you've beaten me just because you stopped Iron Pressure?" Hammer sneered. "Unlike you, I've still got points to spare. I sacrifice Iron Twins to Special Summon 2 Iron Twin Tokens!"
The iron robot dismantled itself into a plethora of nuts and bolts, reassembling moments later into two smaller robots.
"I hope you realize you're going to lose more Life Points," Eric said.
"I don't care," Hammer smirked.
For each twin summoned, a chain was shot at Eric and sent back to Hammer, who snarled quietly but still seemed confident. (1900/1500)
"I then sacrifice the tokens to tribute summon Iron Hammerer!" Hammer declared.
A gargantuan mass of muscle and bone descended heavily from the sky, landing atop the two robots and crushing them under its obnoxious weight. It swung its gigantic metal hammer in circles as if to taunt its opponent, its grotesque face only contributing to the taunt. As he stared at the face of the atrocious ace monster of the Iron deck, Eric regretted belittling the gang leader's name, as this monster was undoubtedly its owner's namesake.
(Iron Hammerer: Level 7/EARTH/Warrior/ATK-3000 DEF-2800/Effect-When this card attacks, your opponent cannot activate any Trap cards. If this card attacks a defense position monster, deal piercing damage)
"Iron Hammerer," Hammer chuckled, "attack Lunar Knight! Colossal Slam!"
The ugly titan unleashed a deafening roar as it lifted its tremendous hammer and crushed Lunar Knight, leaving a large crater on the ground. Eric gritted his teeth from seeing his monster being destroyed, his annoyance increasing with the crowd's cheering volume. (1100/1500)
"Turn end," Hammer chuckled, satisfied with his turn. "Now you see the difference between my rare cards and your trash monsters."
"Like I said," Eric snarled, "you won't beat me with your rare cards. In fact, it's because you're using only rare cards that you're going to lose."
"Quit your yapping and make your last pathetic turn," Hammer said with a devious grin.
"My turn!" shouted Eric, suddenly beaming with confidence. "I'm going to win this duel and I'm going to use my 'trash monsters' to do it. I activate the Quick Spell Time Revolution, allowing me to Special Summon 3 monsters from my Graveyard. I summon Moon Samurai and the two monsters I discarded earlier: Moonlight Boxer and Flash Gunner Luna!"
A tremendous clock appeared onto the field, its hands spinning at increasing speeds until it took the appearance of a portal. Emerging from this portal were the fallen samurai, a muscular boxer clad in light blue garbs, and a female assassin wielding two laser guns.
(Special Summon up to 3 level 4 or lower monsters from your Graveyard. This turn, you cannot summon any more monsters or declare an attack)
(Moonlight Boxer: Level 3/LIGHT/Warrior/ATK-1700 DEF-800/Effect-Once per duel, you can Special Summon a monster this card destroyed to your side of the field)
(Flash Gunner Luna: Level 3/LIGHT/Spellcaster/ATK-1300 DEF-200/ Effect: You can return 1 monster from your field to your hand to deal 500 points of damage to your opponent)
"Summon as many small fry monsters as you want," Hammer laughed. "You still can't beat Iron Hammerer!"
"Except I don't intend to," Eric announced boldly. "You think you're going to win just because you a have a rare beater on your field, but that's exactly why you're going to lose."
"I have no idea what you're yapping on about," Hammer chuckled.
"Then pay closer attention," Eric replied scornfully. "Flash Gunner Lunar's effect is to deal 500 damage for each monster I return to my hand. Do the math! I return all three of my monsters to deal you a grand total of 1500 damage!"
"What?" screeched Hammer in shock. "Impossible! I can't lose! Not to your trash monsters! Not with my rare cards!"
"I've been telling you the whole time," Eric glared. "Dueling takes more than just rare cards. You can win with any card as long as you use it right. A duelist like you who judges the value of a card by its rarity can never beat me. In fact, you don't even deserve to be called a duelist."
Eric's monsters formed into three masses of energy, which assaulted a terror-stricken Hammer one by one, obliterating his pride along with his Life Points. (1100/0)
The field cleared as the gang members gazed at their leader, whose eyes were lost in the shame of defeat. The sound of gasps and whispers filled the room as they stood shocked by the sight of their boss, whom they had revered as the strongest among them, kneeling on the ground with a lifeless expression. Whatever respect or influence Hammer had was completely gone.
Satisfied with his victory, Eric started to leave when suddenly, a man punched him with a hook to the face. Eric fell to the floor with a heavy grunt, snot drooling from his nostrils and blood rolling down the side of his mouth. Picking himself back up, he stared at them angrily as he realized his mistake. He was naive for thinking that he could waltz in, beat them in a duel, and walk out in one piece. They had never intended to let him leave in the first place, and now that he had shamed their leader right in front of them, they had even less of a reason to let him go. As Eric slowly backed away from this pack of starving hyenas, he felt the icy chill of fear seeping into him, coldly running through his veins.
So this is how they do things, Eric thought to himself. So these are the Dark Chasers.