Midnight in the Port Town of Hargeon, a group of five cloaked wizards stands on the beach, looking apprehensive and talking amongst themselves. "I don't think they saw us, but we can't take any chances. We have to get this to the master," said the smallest, sweating profusely through her robe. She was holding a small wad of cloth, bulging in the center hiding a mysterious object. Another nodded, notably more calm, yet still looking over his shoulder. "We're sitting ducks until we can make it to the Guild." The tallest of the group looked down smugly at the two, clearly thinking very little of them. "Don't tell me you losers are scared of a couple amateurs without so much as a guild mark. They're obviously not even good enough to be part of an official guild." The duo looked down, ashamed of their fear, but the other two stepped forward, siding with them. "You didn't see these guys Tyson, they weren't no rookies. They're rogue wizards, which means they don't gotta follow no rules. There's nothin' stoppin' 'em from taken' us out." The others silently nodded, obviously still shaken up. Tyson glared at the two, disgusted. "So what are you saying Tomma? You think these punks can take on Cyclopes Cult?" He showed the eye shaped mark on his hand to further prove his point "You think we're just a bunch of pushovers?" He said, his voice growing louder with each word until he was nearly yelling. Tomma's partner stepped between them, obviously wanting to keep the peace. "Careful Suchiru," Tomma whispered. "Look Tyson, Tomma didn't mean anything by it," Suchiru said in a calming tone, "he just wants us to be careful. Shuga and Claud saw what these rogues could do, so we should be fine." Suchiru finished, indicating the first two wizards. They both contemplated this, then nodded, obviously believing they had seen the entirety of their aggressors' skills. "Well they'd better hope so," Tyson muttered, having calmed to the point where he spoke with a smooth, if chilled tone. "We'll stop these cockroaches before they try anything."
The group stood in silence for a moment, which was interrupted by the sound of footsteps moving towards them. They all turned to the noise, the one holding the object falling behind the other four, Tyson standing in front of them all. They couldn't make out any shapes nearing them, yet the footsteps grew louder. Just when it seemed like the sound was right on top of them, it suddenly stopped. Obviously ready for a fight, Tyson raised his clenched fist in front of him. "Show yourself! Or are you scared of a real wizard of the great Cyclopes Cult?" To his surprise, a young man stepped out of the shadows, peering at them with red eyes. Before Tyson could respond, he heard one of his comrades, Claud, let out a sharp yelp. "That's one of them! He was part of the group that attacked us!" Tyson glared at the man, completely unimpressed. "You're telling me this pipsqueak is the one who gave you so much trouble? Man, you guys are more pathetic than I thought." He stepped forward, throwing off his cloak to reveal a massive body bulging with muscle. "I'll make short work of this creampuff." Before he could go ten feet, he saw the shapes of four more bodies emerge from the shadows, all similar size to the first. "So he brought some friends. Won't make a difference. Claud, Shuga, you take the two on the left. Suchiru and Tomma, the two on the right, and I got the small fry in the middle. The others nervously followed his orders, spreading out across their respective opponents. Tyson looked at the man across from him, and in return the man stared Tyson down. "You're either brave or stupid kid, I'll give you that much. But you won't be walking away from this fight. Ready to see what Boxing Magic can do?" He said, crossing his arms in front of him. "Round One!" he yelled as two red orbs resembling boxing gloves surrounded his hands, indicating his spell had taken affect. "Don't worry kid, I'm in a hurry so this will be quick." He then lunged at the man, raising his right arm and yelling, "Knockout Hook!"
Tyson didn't make it five steps before he was hit with a wall of force, the man having cut the distance between them in an instant. "Bullet Fist," he heard the man mutter, and Tyson was sent flying backwards, passing out before even landing on the ground. With a loud crash, he finally settled in a large crater, the impact having blown away the surrounding sand. His comrades stood in shock, unable to understand how a single blow could have taken out their strongest wizard. Shuga was the first to react, turning back towards her opponent and yelling, "Acid Slime!" her hands releasing a jet of fowl liquid. She saw her opponent's lips move, but only heard the end of her spell. "… Roar!" Unable to see the attack coming in the dark, she and her slime were sent flying by the impact of the spell, landing just past Tyson, and in similar condition. The cloth she had been holding rolled out of her hand, still covering its' prize. Tomma and Claud both attempted to attack, the prior yelling, "Landfill!" and the ladder, "Shattering Hand!" Both launched their respective barrages at their foes only to receive attacks back. Tomma was hit with a large luminescent hammer, while Claud was assaulted by a series of blue lasers. Only Suchiru still stood, trembling at the sight of her fallen comrades. In a desperate attempt, she raised her hand at the final enemy, stammering out, "L…leach Tongue," sending a green tendril out to steal her enemy's magic. It was met with a volley of large rocks that upon impact, knocked her out cold. With all five wizards passed out, the rogues took their prize, the leader letting out a heavy sigh. "We're close," he muttered, the others watching him. "We're one step closer to Fukushu Island. There, we can finally put an end to all of this…"