Chapter 4
The Rarehunters awoke; feeling like a freight train had ran them over. They looked at their opponent to realize that they had pissed off the wrong two people. They realized that by using a spell, the Silver Man, as well as the Ritualist they where playing, fused to create the Silver Ritualist, a move only used once before to save the world from destruction. The Rarehunters knew they had lost the duel and tried to run, but there was a silver gate surrounding where they where dueling. They knew that no matter where they ran now, they would lose and be swallowed by the combined strength of the Ritualist and the Silver Man.
After realizing they where doomed no matter if they stayed and dueled or, they left and tried to avoid the Silver Ritualist, they decided to take out the last little lifepoints that they thought The Ritualist had left. After looking at his duel disk, though, they where surprised to see that the Silver Ritualist had a full life point meter, at 8000, and they had a weird golden aura around one of the cards in his hand. The Rarehunters where also surprised to realize that it was still the Silver Ritualist's turn.
The Silver Ritualist drew his card for his turn and laughed. "I'll play the card Super Destruction Ring! This card lets me destroy one monster and we both take damage equal to DOUBLE its attack power! However, before I lose the duel I play Ring of Defense, which stops me from losing any damage. I chose your Thunder God, whose attack is 3500! This should be fun to watch!" The Thunder God appeared with two rings with flames on the outside over him. These rings exploded and the Rarehunters where drained down to 500 life points. Silver Ritualist: 8000 Rarehunters: 500. "Wait, I'm not done, I play Brain Control to take Dark-Master Zorc and attack you directly. We win, and I think my prize shall be your souls!"
Suddenly, time freezes and the Silver Man and The Ritualist appear on the battlefield and the Silver Ritualist disappears. "What the fuck are you doing, Rob, we beat them. Why do we need to take their souls?" asked Aaron. "I say we send them to the hell they deserve and we keep their souls as souvenirs of this wonderful battle." Stated Rob as he kneeled down to cut one of the Rarehunter's stomach open. After cutting his stomach open and moving his guts out of his way, he took his soul. "Well, how about we just take this ones soul, I mean he is the one who knocked me out," said Rob.
After agreeing, the two enemies unfroze time and let the Rarehunters who where remaining leave. After the Rarehunters left, Aaron and Rob realized they had a problem. They could not split. They had appeared on the field in spirit form, that was why time froze. They had tried everything that Rob could think. Aaron just stood there until Rob ran out of ideas.
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