Flames engulf the streets as two figures glare at each other. One is wearing a white armor like costume with a helmet shaped like a dragon's head the other wore a suit similar to spandex with a gold and green plate covering his torso and a white helmet with a golden crest. "Did you really think you and your pathetic friends could stop lord drakkon?" he laughs sadistically. The person in the armor looks back a few feet behind him. There is a young woman with black hair and cat ears surrounded by a pool of blood nearby. A young blonde lay on a pile of rocks, her neck bent at an unnatural angle. In between the combatants lay a blonde guy with a massive smoldering hole in his gut, his hand clinging to that of a redhead who had two yellow daggers embedded in her chest. The man in the armor yells in anger and charges his opponent swinging his sword wildly who dodges the attacks slashing at his adversary with a curved sword that's had its pommel ripped off. "Pathetic" sparks fly from where the blade strikes. The young warrior's armor starts to glow in various colors as his opponent speaks with panic in his voice. "You-you fool you'll kill us both!" In response the armored man speaks for the first time during the fight " that is the point." the glow moves from his armor to his sword as he strikes his foe down causing a massive explosion. The armor disintegrates into multicolored light revealing a young man with messy brown hair and golden eyes wearing a tattered white shirt and jeans. He coughs up blood and stumbles over to the body of a girl in a black corset with pink accents and a red cape he holds her limp body in his arms as he dies. The young man shoots up in bed drenched in sweat next to him, his girlfriend stirs, he looks over and sighs in relief before going back to sleep.