Trailer: Orange

The coliseum boomed as soon as Flamma walked out the gate. The audience was packed with his admirers and fan girls that all had some kind of merchandise of himself on it. Some cosplayed as him and most of the fan girls fainted by the sight. The arena was circular and dirt filled with two gates that stood on opposite ends of each other. Broken columns surrounded a gigantic stone platform that was in the center. On it was Flamma's personal quote, "I am the best. No one else is any better. Maybe there as good but it's still a tie for the best".

He held his helmet along his waist as his other arm was raised in the air, full of pride. Flamma's hair was a combed back flat top with a fade and in his words "perfect". His arms were layered with thick wrappings and his left shoulder had a scaled metal guard. A knee pad on his right and shin guards on both legs completed his metal armor. Along his waist was a big leather belt that covered his abdominals with a red cloth, that had a simple gold design, tucked under it. On the belt was his family's crest, a rising sun, which was well polished and shined brightly. His belt was also a holster for his twin barrettes, Sol Invictus. When Flamma arrived to the stone slab and stands on top of it, he raises his helmet to the crowd.

"Yes I am here!" Flamma yelled, "Your days of worry are over for I have finally arrived Shade Academy!"

The audience roared even louder after he spoke.

"Flamma! Flamma! Flamma!" They chanted continuously.

"We love you Flamma!" Fan girls screamed at the top of their lungs.

In response, Flamma tossed his helmet at the hoard of girls who all fought for it.

"Bring in the challengers!" Flamma announced, egging the people in the crowd to chant louder.

The gates on the other end of the coliseum slowly opened as a group of robots marched into the battle ground and around the columns. The robots were the out of date models that were once used to guard the kingdom, the Atlesian Knight-130 otherwise known as the AK-130. The AK-130 were metalic grey in color with a humanoid body. Red highlights covered certain parts of the body but mostly the face and chest. The machines took a fist fighting stance and transformed their hands into large curved, wrist-mounted blades.

"Is this all you got!" Flamma taunted the AK-130, "Start the countdown!"

"Three!" The crowd shouted.

Flamma takes out his Sol Invictus and cocks the barrettes.

"Two!"

He takes aim at the two farthest robots.

"One!"

Flamma starts the battle with head shots, destroying multiple machines. The audience stood up and watched him in awe as the AK-130 storm at him. The only shot Flamma wanted to make was a headshot and nothing else. He wanted to make this a good show for his fans. AK-130's began to drop left and right with gaping holes in their head as their bodies were trampled by the rest. Some robots jumped in the air towards Flamma only to have their heads full of lead. The robots soon completely encircled Flamma, trapping him inside the fray but this what he wanted. When he was out of ammo and a AK-130's was charging at him, Flamma transforms his twin barrettes into spiked gloves, cestus's that armored his hands. Flamma smiles as he punches a hole right through the robot, tearing its insides apart. He grabbed another and started to use it as a blunt weapon to destroy the others. The robot was easy for him to throw around for him because his semblance, super-strength, made the machine weight like a feather to him.

With every strike, bits and pieces of the robot would break off and Flamma continued to use it as a weapon until all that was left was its leg. With it, Flamma rammed it right through another robot's chest and ripped its arms off.

"Back to punching again," Flamma smiled, clashing his fists together.

The machines were relentless but Flamma didn't give up as he ripped them apart one by one. He made sure that none of the blades touched him as he blocked the attacks and crushed their heads. Things only became more difficult for him as some of the robots transformed their hands again but into revolving gatling guns. When they fired, Flamma grabbed some of the nearby dead robots and used them as a shield, standing his ground.

Then AK-130 crawling on the floor, with it's right arm drilled to the ground, the machine grabbed Flamma's leg and ensuring that he couldn't escape. Flamma stomped on the machine but it's grip only got tighter. With his attention now at the robot holding him down, the other AK-130's started to pile on to Flamma. The weight just doubled on and on as each of them were hundreds of pounds. Flamma falls to his knees as more AK-130's jump on him, making sure he was completely immobilized. In the little openings, Flamma looked at the audience and saw that they were all stunned that their hero would go out like this.

"Time for the big finale," Flamma whispered as he uses his semblance again.

Flamma soons regains his footing one by one and stands up again, throwing all the robots off of him, flexing his muscles. In his eyes, the crowd was amazed by his pure "awesomeness". He made quick work with the robot holding him down as he stomps on his head, making sure it was permanently demolished. Then he gets into his fighting stance and continues the fight without mercy.

The AK-130's tried to shoot his down but he threw other robots at them before they could fire. Metal shrapnel flies in the air as gunpowder smoke filled the arena and crowd loved every second of Flamma's brutality. They couldn't get enough of it as their voices echoed through the coliseum. Flamma looked at the audience one more time and saw that his teammates all wore his merchandise.

"Why am I the leader?" she said, "Flamma is way more qualified and hot!"

"I wish I was like Flamma," another spoke.

"I want to be with Flamma even though I am a boy and not a girl," the last one said awkwardly.

This made Flamma grin even more as he flew a robot across the arena. He grabbed a AK-130's head and continually slammed it into the ground until nothing was left. His Sol Invictus was doing its job as it tore through their metal skin with ease. Flamma was persistent with his attacks, making sure that not even a scrap of these machines were reusable. While destroying the robots near him, Flamma didn't see that across from him were the last handful of AK-130 positioned with their guns at him and fired. Bullets screeched passed Flamma as he ducked for cover behind the stone platform. The rounds were able to chip the rock but not enough to break through it. Again he was pinned down but wasn't done.

With the last bits of his aura, Flamma powered his semblance even more as he lifts the platform and uses it as a shield. He was ready for the finishing move. Flamma transferred his aura to is legs and leaped in the air with the platform up high. The audience were speechless and stared to Flamma amazed that we as flying. He first threw the stone down on the robots and started to "fall in style".

"FLAMMA'S SUPER MEGA SEXY STONE SMASH!" he yelled, landing on the stone and ultimately created a large crater full of stone pieces and robot parts.

Everyone applauded Flamma for his performance in the battle as he does his numerous poses, showing his "grace". They all chanted his name, some of them even cried from his victory. The gates suddenly exploded out fangirls who all rushed at Flamma and swarmed the arena. The girls spewed out affection that overflowed Flamma like he was a god.

A blimp flew over the stadium with a screen attached to it. On the screen was the headmaster of Shade Academy with a microphone.

"Flamma!" The headmaster yelled in tears, "You are too great for for us and I was wrong about not putting you as leader of your team. For my mistake and you're super, amazing, awesomeness, I make you the leader of every student of Shade Academy!"

The crowd cheered and wholefully accepted that notion. Flamma was then thrown in the air like a hero. This was the best day ever for him as he finally was where he wanted to be, in the middle of everyone's lives. But as he was falling, Flamma landed on the cool hard ground.

Flamma woke up on the floor in his Pyrrha Nikos pajamas. His eyes were alert and ready for today. His body ached from the short fall but he was smiling.

"Best dream ever," He chuckled and looked at his calendar, "Today is my time to shine."