[h3][b][center][color=a36209]Vincent[/color] Vs. [color=563C5C]The[/color] [color=66424D]Three[/color] [color=843F5B]Pompadours[/color][/center][/b][/h3]
Andre tried to get into the duel with the four-man group, but the smalles pompadour decided to open his mouth. [color=843F5B]"Shut up you lone-wolf loser! Since you're so dumb, lemme point out we couldn't duel you even if we wanted!"[/color] The boy raised up his right arms and grabbed the chain running from his disk. [color=843F5B]"I'll deal with you after this, if you're so eager to taste the sand!"[/color] With that, the boy turned back to Vincent as he prepared for the duel, hovering over his deck.

Before Vincent had even begun to draw his starting hand, he made his eyes glance at his opponents. All three of them. Was it suicide to be in such a situation? Perhaps it was, but Vincent didn't really care. [color=a36209]"I guess we need to decide who goes first,"[/color] he said, his voice still calm. Yet, to an outsider, it could come across as oblivious. The student with the phallic pompadour looked to his side, nodding at the other two. [color=563C5C]"It's three-on-one. We'll show you a bit of kindness, wouldn't be fair if we all ganged up on you at once. You can go first,"[/color] they said with a cocky grin. The less-phallic one continued where his friend left off. [color=66424D]"Unless you feel like losing before getting a chance!"[/color] they laughed at Vincent. [color=a36209]"Oh, but it wouldn't be very smart of you to let me go first. You saw what happened to the last guy."[/color] He said as he gestured to a Fire dorm student whom was resting against a wall, partially hidden by the growing crowd. 

The small pompadoure'd male growled, falling for the provocation. [color=843F5B]"Are you mocking us?! We'll show you!"[/color] The Dark Dorm student turned his head over to the other two. [color=843F5B]"You heard him! Let's finish him off before he even gets his turn,"[/color] they shouted over. The other two nodded, and together they all laughed maniacally as they drew five cards from their deck. Vincent then proceeded to do the same, his eyes staring at his opponents unblinking.

[b][i]Turn 1: Phallic Pompadour[/i][/b]
Phallic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand
Standard Pompadour: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand
Pathetic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand
Vincent: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand

[color=563C5C]"I'm up first! I'll activate the spell, Charge of the Dark Brigaders! With this, I can send the top two cards of both our decks to the graveyard,"[/color] the Phallic pompadour opened, placing two cards in his graveyard and taking out a card that jutted from his deck. Vincent proceeded to comply putting the top two cards of his deck into his graveyard after a quick glance. [color=563C5C]"And I'll add my Raven, Foundation of the Darksworn to my hand! Next, I'll summon him too!"[/color] The boy slammed down the card on his gray folding disk, it projecting the hologram of a male human wearing a raven's beak as a helmet. Their body was covered in dark green feathers, with a long spear being clutched tightly in his right hand.

[b]Raven, Foundation of the Darksworn:[/b] 1900 ATK 1000 DEF Level 4 DARK Warrior

The boy then picked up a card from his hand, showing it to vincent. Depicted on it was a mad-looking dog with purple fur and large fangs that look like they came from a sabertooth. [color=563C5C]"If I summon Raven, I can reveal this Ryse, Darksworn Hound and set it!"[/color] A card was placed face-down horizontally on the Duel Disk and it proceeded to project that image onto the floor in front of the student. [color=563C5C]"Next up, Raven's effect! I'll lower it's attack by 200 and send the top card of your deck ot the graveyard! You should've taken the first turn and used those cards, 'cause now you're gonna lose 'em!"[/color] The phallic pompadour'd male cackled as he watched Vincent put his card into the grave, though not without a brief glance at it first. [color=563C5C]"Oh, by the way? If a card is sent to your graveyard by the effect of this monster, I can Special Summon my Zephyr, Darksworn Lycanthrope!"[/color] A werewolf with gray fur and ripped pants rose up next to Raven, arms crossed to assume a defensive stance.

[b]Raven, Foundation of the Darksworn:[/b] ATK 1900 > 1700
[b]Zephyr, Darksworn Lycanthrope:[/b] 300 ATK 1900 DEF Level 4 DARK Beast-Warrior

[color=563C5C]"We're not done yet! I'll overlay my Level four Zephyr and Raven!"[/color] Phallic pompadour shouted, a black hole forming in the middle of the field. Zephyr and Raven turned into two purple beams of light and mixed inside of the vortex. [color=563C5C][b][i]"One who ends all life, take away your opponent's! Leave not even a blade of grass in your wake! Xyz Summon!"[/i][/b][/color] A bright flash of light erupted, after which a demon rose from the black hole. Clad in golden armour and mounted on an equally armored steed, this man managed to wield his blade backwards. [color=563C5C]"Rank 4! Evilswarm Thanatos!"[/color]

[b]Evilswarm Thanatos:[/b] 2350 ATK 1350 DEF Rank 4 DARK Fiend / 2 overlay units

Vincent smirked slightly at his opponents play. Darkswarm? He had never seen that archetype before. He hadn't even heard of them until now. Guess spending a week away from civilization puts you out of the loop. Vincent looked at the crowd. It seemed this match was more gladiatorial, what with the duel chains and the unfair odds. It seemed some people just wanted to watch the world burn. 

Phallic Pompadour clicked his tongue, seeing as how Vincent was only mildly paying attention to them. [color=563C5C]"Tch! You might not be shaking yet, but you will soon! I'll set one card, then end my turn!"[/color] 

[b][i]Turn 2: Standard Pompadour[/i][/b]
Phallic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 1 card in hand, 2 monsters (1 Set), 1 S/T
Standard Pompadour: 4000 LP, 6 cards in hand
Pathetic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand
Vincent: 4000 LP, 5 cards in hand

[color=66424D]"Then it's my turn! Draw!"[/color] The Standard Pompadour yelled, with the Phallic Pompadour clicking a button on his Duel Disk. A card flipped up depicting a dead Dovahkin beckoning someone closer. [color=563C5C]"I'll activate the trap: Skull Invitation! I said I'd make you shake, and this card will made you!"[/color] The boy looked to his side at the turn player, who looked back. They grinned at each other and nodded. [color=66424D]"I'll activate my spell card: Book of Taiyou!"[/color] Suddenly, Ryse came out from under his card by violently throwing it off them, growling at Vincent. Drool was coming out of their jaw as they rushed forward and bit into his Duel Disk. Vincent had raised his arm to protect his face. [color=563C5C]"With Ryse"s effect, I'll discard a second Ryse and send the top four cards of your deck to the graveyard!"[/color] 

[b]Ryse, Darksworn Hound:[/b] 200 ATK 600 DEF Level 2 DARK Beast

As Vincent placed his cards in the graveyard after taking another quick glance at them, the trap card on the field suddenly started to ominously glow. Instantly afterwards, the two who worked together had a small electrical surge delivered to them while Vincent got a larger one. Vincent only winced at the pain, being able to remain perfectly standing even as 1200 lifepoints worth of damage were delivered to him. [color=563C5C]"Grgh... Skull invitation deals 300 points of damage to a player whenever a card of theirs hits the graveyard. Since you lost four, that gave you the biggest shock!"[/color] Phallic Pompadour laughed, followed by a grin from his ally. Vincent's face was curled downwards into an annoyed frown.

[b]Phallic Pompadour:[/b] 4000 > 3700 LP
[b]Standard Pompadour:[/b] 4000 > 3700 LP
[b]Vincent:[/b] 4000 > 2800 LP

Standard Pompadour seemed to react positively to the change in expression. [color=66424D]"Hehehehe... Regretting it already? That's too bad, because he's not the only one with Raven! I'll summon my own and activate it's effect, sending another card to your graveyard!"[/color] The same bird-clad human rose up from the ground, sporting a sinister smile. They threw their lance into Vincent's deck, causing one card to glow and need to be put in the graveyard. Vincent briefly glanced at it, then felt a short shock rippling through his body again.

[b]Raven, Foundation of the Darksworn:[/b] 1900 ATK 1000 DEF Level 4 DARK Warrior
[b]Raven, Foundation of the Darksworn:[/b] ATK 1900 > 1700
[b]Vincent:[/b] 2800 > 2500 LP

[color=66424D]"When I control only Darksworns, who's total levels are four or lower, I'm able to Special Summon this Tuner monster: Tigris, Darksworn Ranger!"[/color] A humanoid feline rose from a vortex in the ground, having brown fur and emerald eyes. They were wearing a hunter's clothing, with a green cap covering her ears. 

[b]Tigris, Darksworn Ranger:[/b] 1700 ATK 700 DEF Level 4 DARK Beast-Warrior Tuner

Standard Pompadour extended his arm and pointed at Tirgris. [color=66424D]"I'll tune my level four Tigris to my level four Raven!"[/color] As soon as the boy announced it, Tigris winked at Vincent before shooting an arrow in the sky. It came back down on her, causing the feline to burst into four futuristic looking green rings. Raven snickered and walked in, turning translucent. A bright flash of light enveloped the four stars that came out of Raven. [color=66424D][b][i]"Laugh! Dance! Spread your madness! Cause grief to those watching the show, rain down your power on any who try to escape! Synchro Summon!"[/i][/b][/color] From the light came a magician of sorts, with a classy black top hat and a rather tattered yet classy attire. Their skin was sickly green and the nose was cartoonishly long, as well as the rod in their hands having a skull on the end of it. [color=66424D]"Level 8, Blood Mefist!"[/color]

[b]Blood Mefist:[/b] 2800 ATK 1300 DEF Level 8 DARK Fiend

An electrical current ran through the cables as Skull Invitation glowed again, shocking Standard Pompadour. [color=66424D]"Ghaargh!"[/color] After the shock, some smoke rose from his body against all laws of physics and chemistry. [color=66424D]"S-Since I tuned my two monsters, I'll take the damage... But it's worth it. Now, each time you set a Spell or Trap card, you'll take 300 points of damage!"[/color] The boy grinned and picked up three cards. [color=66424D]"I'll set three cards and end my turn!"[/color] Vincent's frown of annoyance was slowly turning into a pissed scowl. Did they ever shut up?

[b]Standard Pompadour:[/b] 3700 > 3100 LP

[b][i]Turn 3: Pathetic Pompadour[/i][/b]
Phallic Pompadour: 3700 LP, 0 cards in hand, 2 monsters (1 Set), 1 S/T
Standard Pompadour: 3100 LP, 0 cards in hand, 1 Monster, 3 S/T
Pathetic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 6 cards in hand
Vincent: 2500 LP, 5 cards in hand

[color=843F5B]"My turn's up next! Draw!"[/color] The third student yelled, just in time for the one who went before to activate his face-down cards. There was a second copy of Skull Invitation, alongside a card depicting a graveyard with a mysterious hooded figure. [color=66424D]"I'll tell you what the new one does. Each time monsters are sent to the graveyard, my opponent gets dealt 300 points of damage."[/color] The standard pompadour explained, leaving the rest to his compatriot. [color=843F5B]"I'll keep it short and simple. I'll Normal Summon my Dire, Darksworn Geist!"[/color] The smoke that had risen to the sky from Standard Pompadour suddenly came down and formed into something recognizable. It took a legless human shape, with white dots forming on top of the 'head'. Bright red streaks were shooting through the rest of Dire's body.

[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 400 ATK 400 DEF Level 3 DARK Fiend

[color=843F5B]"He doesn't seem like much now, but this is where his effect kicks in! He'll gain 300 Attack for each monster in your graveyard that doesn't share a name!"[/color] Vincent's graveyard slot started to glow, and holographic images of his cards appeared above his head. There were seven monsters and one spell card, with nothing sharing a name. [color=843F5B]"Seven cards? It's my lucky day! Geist's attack raised to 2500!"[/color] The bright red streaks became brighter, and now blue and green was starting to mix in as well. Geist became larger and his form more refined, with legs and visible muscle. A small horizontal line formed on its face too, making for a stoic expression.

[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 400 > 2500 ATK

[color=843F5B]"We're not done! I'll activate the Darkworn's Cursed Tome from my hand! I'll equip Geist with it, giving him 500 additional points of attack!"[/color] An altar rose from the ground in the middle of the field, modeled after a pair of grissly hands which tightly clutched a book. Geist walked over, the hands starting to flip open the pages to let Geist read the knowledge within.

[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 2500 > 3000 ATK

[color=843F5B]"Since I don't want to take damage, I'll end my turn here. Thanks to Geist's effect, you'll lose two cards from your deck... But with Cursed Tome, that number goes up to three!"[/color] Pathetic Pompadour laughed and outstretched his hand, holding up three fingers to illustrate his point. Vincent looked at his cards, then put them in the graveyard. Geist rose to 3600 attack soon after, evidenced by a nose that formed on its face. [color=843F5B]"Seems like I dragged some monsters down into the grave. That means my friend's Coffin Sellers will deal 300 points of damage to you, each! And with Skull Invitation, you'll take 900 damage... Twice!"[/color] The Dark Dorm student cackled, watching as the cables started to electify Vincent. The shocks proved too much for him to endure and he screamed it out, his voice lingering in the halls for nearly half a minute.

[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 3000 > 3600 ATK
[b]Vincent:[/b] 2500 > 100 LP

The three Dark Dorm students laughed, and Pathetic Pompadour decided to throw Vincent some abuse. [color=843F5B]"What, can't handle it anymore? Is the pain too much? Poor thing. Can you even still draw in that condition?"[/color] They mocked Vincent, before being interrupted by Standard Pompadour. [color=66424D]"You don't stand a chance. You can't use spell cards because of Skull invitation, and my Mefist makes your traps worthless."[/color] Picking up on the last one, Phallic Pompadour cuts in. [color=563C5C]"Even then, you can't possibly get past our three monsters. You should've just ran, instead of challenging us like that."[/color] The three laughed in unison, with the crowd booing at Vincent. At least some of them, anwyay. Some even tossed junk at him, though the boy didn't seem to mind. Others in the crowd started to murmur to each other. Vincent could catch some snippets of people calling him crazy. 

[b][i]Turn 4: Vincent[/i][/b]
Phallic Pompadour: 3700 LP, 0 cards in hand, 2 monsters, 1 S/T
Standard Pompadour: 3100 LP, 0 cards in hand, 1 Monster, 3 S/T
Pathetic Pompadour: 4000 LP, 4 cards in hand, 1 Monster, 1 S/T
Vincent: 100 LP, 6 cards in hand

Vincent's head hung down. That really hurt, [i]a lot[/i]. So did the empty plastic bottle that hit him on the side of the head, but it would be nothing compared to what his opponents would feel. He just needed one card. Snapping his head back up, Vincent looked at his opponents with a glare. [color=a36209]"My turn, Draw!"[/color] His eyes showed a very noticable change in expression as he smiled. To the crowd it might have looked like he had mentally snapped from the electric shocks.

[color=a36209]"Let's get this show on the road."[/color] Vincent's voice was slightly hoarse from his earlier screaming. [color=a36209]"Do you three remember or know what Deck I even play?"[/color] He questioned as he looked over to his opponents as if to say "[i]idiots[/i]". The three Dark Dorm students flinched and looked at each other, with Standard Pompadour switching between the two on either end. [color=66424D]"I-It doesn't matter what deck you play! No deck can get out of this combo! This perfect lock!"[/color] Standard Pompadour replied, smirking. [color=a36209]"Oh? Well, that makes this even better then."[/color] Vincent said as he held up a card. [color=a36209]"First, I am going to banish my Effect Veiler from my Graveyard to Special Summon my Black Dragon Collapserpent."[/color] 

Vincent smashed his first monster onto his Duel Disk. A dark rift appeared on the field with Effect Veiler spinning into non existance inside of it. From within a dragon erupted out onto the board. It reared its black and orange scaled head and it let out a roar which could be heard by the entire crowd and most of the hallway.

[b]Black Dragon Collapserpent:[/b] 1800 ATK 1700 DEF Level 4 DARK Dragon 

[color=563C5C]"Y-You... Banished?!"[/color] Phallic Pompadour yelled in surprise, suddenly sweating profusely. Pathetic Pompadour seemed to feel the same as his ally. [color=843F5B]"T-That... gets around our perfect lock..."[/color] Pathetic Pompadour watched as his Geist dropped by 300 Attack points, losing the nose it once had.

[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 3600 > 3300 ATK

[color=66424D]"G-Guys! Pull yourself together! That monster has only 1800 ATK, not nearly enough to get around ours!"[/color] Standard Pompadour tried to reaffirm his teammates, but was clearly just as panicked.

Vincent was visibly enjoying himself. [color=a36209]"What is it boys? Is something wrong, or did you make a mistake? Maybe that perfect lock isn't as perfect as you think."[/color] Vincent held up another card in his hand. [color=a36209]"I banish my Battle Fader and my Chaos Emissary - Nameless,"[/color] Vincent began as he pointed upwards. [color=a36209]"Come greatest preformer, Show my enemies the true delight you take in removing their hope. I special summon Chaos Sorceror!"[/color] From nowhere, Chaos Sorceror walked out. A smile appeared on its leather covered face. Its hands swirled with chaotic energies. [color=a36209]"The effect of Chaos Emissary - Nameless, when she is banished from the Graveyard I can destroy one Spell or Trap card my opponent controls. Of course, I target your Cursed Tome."[/color] Vincent said as the wrathful spirit of an angelic figure appeared. Its features were hidden by its speed, but its claws were very visible as they tore through the tome Dire was carrying before the wraithful spirit disappeared back into the nothingness once more. Vincent grinned. [color=a36209]"Guess who takes damage from Skull Invitation this time?"[/color]

[b]Chaos Sorcerer:[/b] 2300 ATK 2000 DEF Level 6 DARK Spellcaster

[color=843F5B]"I-I do..."[/color] Pathetic Pompadour said, with his eyes starting to widen in fear. Electric shocks ran through the cables, making him groan from the pain.

[b]Pathetic Pompadour:[/b] 4000 > 3400 LP
[b]Dire, Darksworn Geist:[/b] 3300 > 2200 ATK

As soon as Geist's mouth faded back into nothing, Pathetic Pompadour pointed at Vincent. [color=843F5B]"But that's all you'll be able to do, right?! There's no way you have any more monsters to summon!"[/color] They boldly proclaimed.

Vincent's grin wasn't going from his face anytime soon. [color=a36209]"I am the [b]Chaos Ambassador.[/b] Do you really think two is all I can do?"[/color] He held up another card. [color=a36209]"Ready for round three boys? I banish my Thunder King Rai-Oh and my Chaos Emissary -  Different Dimension Gateway."[/color] Vincent pointed towards his opponents. [color=a36209]"Brace yourselves. Envoy of Creation, bless this battleground with your presence and return all those that oppose you to the very nothingness from which they was birthed. Special summon, Black Luster Soldier - Envoy of the Beginning!"[/color] The atmosphere of the room seemed to become heavier as a heavily ornate soldier took his position on Vincent's side of the field. He looked very menacing, though perhaps it was because his name heralded a sense of dread. 

[b]Black Luster Soldier - Envoy of the Beginning:[/b] 3000 ATK 2500 DEF Level 8 LIGHT Warrior

[color=563C5C]"Black... Luster... Soldier..."[/color] Phallic Pompadour managed to utter out, looking in fear at the monster. [color=563C5C]"A R-Rare card with unmatched power... Where the hell did you get such a card?!"[/color] The boy was starting to freak out and tried to remove his disk, but the chain wouldn't allow it. [color=563C5C]"D-Damnit... I didn't even want to be a part of this!"[/color] The crowd started to whip up into a maelstrom of voices, each talking about something different. Some were in awe of the envoy, others were ridiculing the Dark Dorms, others were saying Vincent still didn't stand a chance. Some were even talking about how crazy it was to willingly chain yourself into a duel.

[color=a36209]"I haven't even gotten started yet."[/color] Vincent said, going on a roll. His tone of voice was still happy but was also starting to have some slightly dark undertones, like a predator playing with his food. This had to have been one of his best ideas yet. [color=a36209]"Next, I activate the effect of my Chaos Emissary - Different Dimension Gateway. When it is banished from my Graveyard I can target one monster on the field and destroy it. I choose..."[/color] Vincent delayed his answer before pointing at Mefist. [color=a36209]"Mefist."[/color] Suddenly, a lot of shrapnel of what appeared to be a mechanical device appeared from a tear in space, hurtling a bombardment at Mefist. 

This time, it was Standard Pompadour's time to freak out. The shrapnel caused an explosion, with the two coffin sellers on the field making sure he feels it. The guy screamed, both in fear and pain until the shocks died out. Geist was starting to become simpler and simpler as well, the muscles starting to be drained from its body. 

[b]Standard Pompadour:[/b] 3100 > 2500 LP
[b]Darksworn Geist:[/b] 2200 > 1600 ATK

Pathetic Pompadour's face was twitching, but he hadn't lost his nerve completely just yet. [color=843F5B]"F-Flukes! You've shown your ace, but you can't beat all three of us like this! E-Even if you beat some of us, one of us will beat you on our next turn!"[/color] 

Vincent had begun chuckling to himself. [color=a36209]"Ace? Black Luster Soldier isn't my Ace. He's my strongest monster, sure, but Ace? No. Not him."[/color] Continuing onwards, Vincent held up yet another card. [color=a36209]"As the Chaos Ambassador, Three just isn't enough. Besides, I am in a bad mood. Three little nuisances just made me scream for half a minute. So, I banish Chaos Emissary - Prophet and Chaos Emissary - Chaos Caller!"[/color] A Dark rift suddenly appeared in front of him. Two orbs appeared in front of it, with a mouth filled with demonically shaped teeth devouring them. The dark beast took its spot on the board. [color=a36209]"Dark Dorm? Meet Amon."[/color] The large beast bared its fangs at its opponents and snarled. Meanwhile, Geist was simplifying even further by having its legs removed.

[b]Chaos Emissary - Amon:[/b] 2500 ATK 600 DEF Level 8 DARK Fiend
[b]Darksworn Geist:[/b] 1600 > 1000 ATK

Standard Pompadour was completely losing his mind, driven home even further when he saw the beast appear on the field. [color=66424D]"G-Get me out of here! Please!"[/color] They started to try and tear off the disk on their arm much like Phallic Pompadour earlier, but to no avail. The chain was firmly keeping them in it. The crowd started to laugh again, not at Vincent this time, but at the Dark Dorm students."You should'nt have been so cocky, otherwises I could've drawn out your loss. Sadly, you Idiots forced my hand." Vincent was laughing at them himself now.

[color=a36209]"Now then. I activate the effect of my Prophet in the graveyard."[/color] He said, as a sigil appeared above him. [color=a36209]"It allows me to add one Chaos Emissary - Emperor Dragon Omega from my deck to my hand."[/color] Vincent said, it slowly making sure his opponents took that name in. [color=a36209]"Now then, I banish my Chaos Emissary - Umbra and my Chaos - Emissary Split Persona!"[/color] Vincent said and placed his last card on the board and stood cross armed. A massive gate that had two large opposing torchs of white and purple appeared on his board. [color=a36209]"Ruler of Chaos, show these mortals the true law of nature and destroy their false order! Return them all to chaos under your rule! I special summon my Chaos Emissary - Emperor Dragon [b]OMEGA[/b]!"[/color] The gate was smashed open by a large tail as a collosal dragon moved its hulking form onto the field. It reared its head and roared. Not a pathetic, tiny roar, but the roar of a leader. The whole floor and a few above and below could hear it. With the last two monsters gone, the blue and green streaks running through Geist faded with them.

[b]Chaos Emissary - Emperor Dragon Omega:[/b] 3000 ATK 2500 DEF Level 10 DARK Dragon
[b]Darksworn Geist:[/b] 1000 > 400 ATK

Now it was time for Pathetic Pompadour to lose it. He lost his balance and fell onto his behind, trying to crawl away backwards but finding himself unable to due to the chain. He looked down at his lifepoints, a cold sweat running down his forehead. 3400, the highest total out of all three of them. [color=843F5B]"S-Stop! STOP IT! We didn't even want to duel you, what the hell is wrong with you?!"[/color] The student shouted at Vincents, cards falling out of his hand and scattering face-up across the floor. Vincent's face was straight. [color=a36209]"What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing is wrong. I was just looking for a fight and three targets waltzed into my firing range. Perhaps next time you act tough on a challenger maybe you should wonder why they are so confident."[/color] Vincent finished with a small sneer.

[color=563C5C]"B-But chaining [i]yourself[/i] to three people... Y-You're some kind of monster!"[/color] Phallic Pompadour threw at Vincent, ignoring the hint of irony that came with such a statement. All Vincent did was laugh for a good few moments at the compliment. [color=a36209]"I wanted a fight against some Dark Dorm students and besides, you were acting so bloody confident before, so why the sudden change? What happened to your will to fight? Cowards."[/color]

[color=66424D]"We didn't even [i]want[/i] to fight! T-The boss was done with all the higher up duelists, a-and we just mopped up the trash!"[/color] Standard pompadour tried to defend themselves, but couldn't really say much as he was staring down Vincent's monsters, with no way to protect himself. [color=66424D]"We were leaving, damnit! W-Why us?!"[/color]

Vincent said nothing else to the, in his eyes, worthless lackies. "Battle. Phase." He said, with what can only be described as relish. His monsters seemed to ark forward slightly, ready to charge down his enemies. [color=a36209]"Let's start off with the King himself. Chaos Emissary - Emperor Dragon Omega!"[/color] The beast roared in response. [color=a36209]"Tear asunder his Geist in the name of conquest!"[/color] Vincent said, as he pointed to the helpless spirit. [color=a36209]"Chaotic Break!"[/color] The Dragon, upon hearing the command, swiped its large tail across Pathetic Pompadour's board, picking up the Giest with the motion. The Dragon then proceed to flick the Giest into the air before slamming the tail down onto it and by extension, its controller, with great force. The two Skull Invitations and Coffin sellers on the field started glowing, with Pathetic Pompadour looking down at his Duel Disk. He choked and saw the lifepoint counter slowly tick to zero, after which he was assaulted by the recoil of the shock device. [color=843F5B][b]"GUWAAAAAAAH!"[/b][/color] They screamed in terror and pain as the full force of a 3400 lifepoint shock hit him, frying not only the duelist but also his disk as it broke down under the pressure and fell off his arm. The student himself remained standing for a good minute before collapsing face-first onto the floor, smoke rising up from his unconscious body.

[color=a36209]"Target two. You,"[/color] Vincent said pointing at Standard Pompadour. [color=a36209]"Amon, Beast of Dark. Maul this man into the ground. Make him fear the name of the Chaos Emissary."[/color] The large black beast rose up on its hackles as it pounced ontop of the Dark Dorm student making a terrifying attempt to bite him in half but failing as its a hologram. However the pain was there as the Duel Chain cackled into life. Standard Pompadour was desperatly punching his disk now to try and get it off, failing to do so as his points hit 0. All at once the shock hit him like a thunderbolt, not as painful as Pathetic Pompadour's but still an incredibly large amount. [color=66424D]"AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!"[/color] The scream echoed in the hallway and seemed to linger even after it was over, with the boy falling backwards as his chain disconnected from the disk. They seemed to be concious, still, but barely.

[color=a36209]"You."[/color] Vincent said, talking to the last man standing. [color=a36209]"Tell your boss, whoever he is, he better watch out for the Chaos Ambassador."[/color] Vincent command as he put his Duel Disk down to his side. He looked like a commander, but not those nice ones you see in movies. [color=a36209]"Black Luster Soldier. Execute this man for being a complete waste of space and time."[/color] Vincent said with a shrug at the end. His ornate soldier brandished its large sword, running forward it and swung at the great knight, the swords clashed with sparks as the knight tried to defend itself from a creature of legend. A few moments passed by and in a single stroke it was cut down, after all, order of death mattered. Vincent wanted his opponent to feel it, a sweet revenge for the pain he took. Following through with its movements, Black Luster Soldier stood over his opponent's Ryse. There was a flicker of disgust in the soldiers eyes. A loud [b][i]crunch[/i][/b] could be heard around the dormitories, after which Ryse burst into sparks.

Now it was Phallic Pompadour's time to repent. All the color drained from his face as he shakily looked down at his Duel Disk, seeing the largest number slowly trickle down. When his lifepoints reached zero, Phallic Pompadour screamed it out as he was hit with the full force of 3700 damage, electric shocks messing up his body pretty badly. [color=563C5C]"GRRAAAAAAAAAAAH!"[/color] They screamed and screamed until their lungs ran out of air, the duel disk on his arm forcefully snapping in two and falling to the ground. The phallic pompadour's, well, pompadour didn't get saved either as the gel seems to have evaporated and letting all that hair loose, covering his face like a ghastly figure. The boy quickly followed, falling on his back with the arms in a cross-shape. One turn was all Vincent needed, leaving three unconcious and damaged boys on the floor. His messed up hair fell in front of his face as he dropped to one knee, grinning as the satisfying feeling of victory washed over him once again.

[center][h2]WINNER: VINCENT![/h2][/center]
The monsters faded away from the field as two members of security, who were drawn here by the dragon's roar pushed the crowd away, finding Vincent on one knee surrounded by near-mountains of unconcious student bodies. The hallways burst into loud chatter, with everyone throwing either how brutal or downright crazy that victory was. The two securty members stood paralyzed for a moment, shouting [b]"Did you do this?!"[/b] to Vincent, who didn't reply. The boy was breathing heavily, exhausted from how taxing that was on his body. Even as the securuty questioned him, Vincent didn't answer. So, the boy found himself pulled up by two strong pair of arms, probably unable to escape even if he tried to struggle. Vincent didn't resist being dragged around, his legs weak and jelly-like from the shocks he had taken. However, he had only one last thing to do before he could be dragged away in peace. Looking at Andre, Vincent decided to leave him with a parting shot.[color=a36209]"Who's the actual Duelist now, Tough Guy? Don't get cocky like these guys."[/color] Vincent said with a grin as he motioned his head to the Dark Dorm's collapsed figures before wincing in pain and hanging his head satisfied. Then, the boy dissappeared into the elevator, dragged away by security.