A young boy, no more than sixteen, ran into the room. It was a rich and old fashioned room; with marble walls lined with mahogany furniture and decor. The dark wood doors were bust open by the boy. His hair, fairer than the wood around him, yet still with brown colour. His blue cloak trailing behind him, in the tailwind he'd created. But that just led to a blue top and dark jeans. The only piece of clothing that had any colour that did not resemble blue, were his shoes; white and dirty.
"Guys, I got … a flyer, … for a tournament." He was having trouble breathing, it seemed like he'd run a long way. As he sorted out everything on him that was disheveled, he realized the extent of this room.
It was massive, the ceiling at least twenty feet high, with thick pillars of marble holding up the room. On the ceiling was an old Greek painting. The place was at least thirty feet wide, yet it had hardly anything to fill the space; a few sofas, a coffee table, a desk and a chair. The only other notable thing was that one wall was all glass, the rest were covered with paintings.
"What now James? We just got this new HQ, and we've got a gold mine, we don't need anymore cash." It was another male that spoke, from one of the sofas in the room. He stood up to turn to the one known as 'James'. This new boy was thin, not as much as the other boy in the room, but that was because this one worked out. His body was in pristine condition, which matched his mind. He'd draped himself in loose fitting tracksuit bottoms and a baggy red hot hoodie. His hair was black and short, pointing over his forehead, instead of a fringe.
Both boys looked at each other dead in the eyes. James had sea blue eyes, the new boy had crystal blue. They both had the same look about them, experienced in combat but friendly. "Come on Nathan, as city building manager, I gotta get money somehow." James said.
"Ugggh... idiots." It was a third man, stood in the doorway, he looked older than the other two, but that was just his attire, he was the middle child between them. His outfit consisted out a dinner suit and a white shirt and a tie, he looked like a butler to those who did not know him. His hair was long and black, with slight waves in it. You could tell he was very serious and liked to let his friends know.
"He does have a point Butler." Nathan spoke. Butler, an odd choice for name, but that's the name he chose. "I don't care Nathan, I don't want to do it." He was adamant, no one was going to change his mind.
James hung his head in shame, he was obviously very upset. He began to walk out, Nathan just watched him. James walked passed Butler, out the door. Butler sighed, "Fine, we'll go." he pinched the bridge of hi nose in frustration.
James and Nathan starting jumping up and down, like school girls. "Ugggh.. idiots. I'm done!" Butler said before walking toward them. "How are we gonna get there?" Butler said accusingly at the other two.
James smiled, "I know how to control portals, I got an affinity for them after being through enough." James clicked his fingers and portal behind them opened, next to the arena.
They walked out into a scorching hot town, it was very old fashioned, with straw roofs and wooden structures. They were in a village, in the middle of forest, surrounded by hills, and a river. It was obvious there was a low, but advanced population. Most of the houses seemed to have their own farm and there were not that many houses to begin with. The path was stone and gray and went to every house. There was a house in a cave with pillars holding up the ceiling.
Nathan hung his head in shame. "Dude, we went to the worst town ever." The three turned to a giant arena with a stand, and sand flooring. There was a bored looking man sat outside, in a booth, with a sign above him that read; Sign ups.
The three walked up to the man, he had little to no definable features, he just looked average. His hair fair, as the sand around him, his eyes bleak and void of any life. James put down a sign up sheet. "Go through, you're in the fourth entrance, you'll find it."
Our band of heroes walked through the stadium and into their green room. There was nothing, it was just a cold dark room, with one exit. The three sat down waiting for it to start.
The announcer tapped his mic. "Hello everybody welcome to Ping Park's third annual tournament." The announcer was very stereotypical; a great orator and very charismatic. The announcer started to announce the teams. "Team one, is Team Adversarian, Kunahawk the basilisk rider." As he said that a man riding a giant snake came out of the first gate. "And Embercog!" A second man walked out behind his teammate.
The second gate began to open. "Team two, is Team Mad Mafia. The first member is an ex-general." As he said this an old man, well into his fifties walked out into the field, with soldier gear on, but he seemed to be from the second world war. "His partner, the Mad Panda." An anthropomorphic panda walked onto the field, with a grin on his, very furry and adorable face. The crowd had a small cheer for them.
The third gate was opened. "Team three, is Team Pistol and BK. Our two competitors, MrPistolFire and BeeKay." Two men walked onto the field both smiling, confidently. MrPistolFire, looked the older out of the two with dark hair swept to one side. BK had lighter hair swept to the opposite side. There was little to no cheer, for neither of these two looked threatening.
Then the heroes of our story, had their gate opened. "Hey James, don't you think these guys, I don't know look a little weak." Nathan said to James. James and Nathan walked onto the field, with Butler in tow. Nathan held up his left arm in celebration, as they came into the light. They noticed just how many spectators there were, all of them had stayed silent while the other teams had walked on. James held up his hands and turned his fingers to the shape of pistols and fired up blue fire, making a firework like explosion, one from each finger. "Imbeciles." "Our next team, team four, is one of two teams with three competitors. Team M.H.I.! The firearms expert, Nathan 'The Commando'! The mage that wiped out half the demon council at twelve, James 'Slick' Zairos! And the god of explosions and idiots, Butler... wait that can't be right, but that's what's written here." The stadium erupted with cheers.
Then the aura of the stadium went dark and quiet, nothing moved. "Team five, Team Immortal. Lead by the demon god Chronos. The immortal wall Sadrion and the demigod hunter Josh. Before they come on they would like me to read this out 'I am the never aging wall, that'll nut you!'" As he said that a man walked into the sand, from out of the shadows. He was tall, with long shaggy hair. His face was covered by a plain white mask, with vents either side and where his mouth should have been. He had no skin showing, it was either covered by armor or clothes. He had gauntlets that were hulking, looking like they belong to a troll's hand, not a human's.
"'Meet Chronos, get in his way and prepare to die.'" As he said that, a slender man, with a dark aura around him, walked on, he was wearing shades and had a bandanna over his mouth and nose, his hair was dark and long over his glasses.
"And 'My name's Jeff'" The announcer said as if questioning what had been written. As he did, a young man combat rolled in the sand and went forward firing two arrows into the sky from his bow. He was slightly plump, but made up for it in muscle, he was smaller than his other two teammates, but then again, so was everyone. He got up ,his clothes were made of leather, that had been fashioned into garments. He held out his hand and caught his arrows as they came down.
The crowd went wild for this new team. While Nathan and James stood in awe. Butler was in his ever unchanging mood, bored. The other teams were scared of these two titans of teams. MHI and Immortals stared each other in the eyes. Butler hid his eyes with his hair, James and Nathan looked forward, unblinking, unwavering.