"Very interesting." Sorath nodded at Larry. "I enjoyed that. Now, who's up next? Oh... This should be a very exciting match. Although it's a shame it has to be over so soon since both warriors show so much potential... for evil! Now, witness the battle between Lucien and my personal favorite- Pluto!"
Pluto stepped up elegantly. He was five years older since the incidents of Metal Fury, but he still had the same basic look with his purple hair, white suit, and red tie.
Lucien also had a sense of pride in his posture. He grinned, delighted by the fact that several audience members were probably offended by the bright red inverted pentagrams on his black leather suit.
"Really!?" Lucien, hot-headed, stamped his foot. "Why the Hell (or should I say, why the current location) do I have to fight another evil person!? I'm supposed to be the evil one here! I want to kill good guys!"
Pluto was thinking the same thing, but he kept calm and quiet.
"Attack, Deathlegacy Darkhelm!" Pluto launched his bey.
"Hey!" Lucien yelled, "That should be my bey's name because I'm going to be the one to kill everybody! Death is my legacy, not yours!"
Lucien launched his black and red Serpentine Ophiuchus. The beys skimmed each other's sides and continued past each other until they began to circle the stadium, chasing each other.
"I'm going to be the one to destroy everything!" Lucien obsessively ranted, "It's my destiny!"
"Nobody asked." Pluto was annoyed and confused by Lucien. He wasn't sure if the lawless biker was sociopathic or just socially awkward.
The bey spirits appeared in warrior forms. Darkhelm was a demon gladiator with spiked black armor, and Ophiuchus was a wild shaman with a large azure serpent wrapped around his body.
"My entire lifestyle is based upon the opposition of all that is good." Lucien continued to explain, "I am the adversary! I am the rival archetype! I am Satan incarnate!"
"You really want to argue with me?" Pluto sighed. "Fine. You think you're the lord of evil? You think you're the one chosen to carry on the legacy of death? I am the one chosen to avenge Hades and Rago! I am death!"
"If you're death, then I'm war!" Lucien countered, "I represent the death of hundreds of people!"
"Is that so?" Pluto remained calm before bursting out into a sharp spiteful tone, "Prove it! Special move: Dispater's Ashen Crypt!"
Five blades popped out from the sides of Darkhelm like an army rising from the dead as it charged at Ophiuchus, but Ophiuchus continued to dodge with snake-like movements. No matter how dangerously close Darkhelm got to Ophiuchus, Lucien didn't seem worried.
"Hear me out!" Lucien screamed, "Listen to me! I was born under the last sign of every zodiac! I am the one destined to end all! Special Move: Diabolic Firestorm!"
Fire shot out of flamethrowers in the sides of Ophiuchus, melting world's only existing super-rare Deathlegacy Darkhelm into a puddle of liquid metal and plastic.
"No!" Pluto whined insanely, "This can't be! You cheated!"
"How could I have cheated when there are no rules?" This time, Lucien was the calm one.
"You really are the Antichrist!" Pluto's yellow eyes bulged in disbelief.
"Damn right I am!" Lucien smiled as he shoved his bey into Pluto's stomach.
He let go, and the flames activated once again, melting Pluto's intestines and charring his corpse. The former arch enemy had proven to be the lesser evil.