It was a scene from hell. The sky was a crimson red, parts of various Mobile suits were scattered throughout the wasteland floor, and one last lone Gundam was trying to get away from the scene of carnage. 

“Damn it... Damn it all... Come on, I’m using a Unicorn, there isn’t a way he should able to beat me.”

The white unit was not in good shape, it had lost both of it’s arms one at the shoulder and one at the elbow, it had various gashes across it’s body, and one of it’s leg was was riddled with bullet holes resembling Swiss cheese. 

“Come on... Come on... I can’t let him beat me!”

The once majestic Mobile Suit gave out sparks before it collapsed unable go any further as the pilot bit back a curse, as a vibrations from a heavy footstep rang out as a single red dot illuminated from the darkness. 

“AHHHHH!!!”

The Wounded Mobile Suit turned it’s head and fired it’s last weapon, it’s Vulcans, however it was nothing more than panicked firing causing it to only illuminate at threat it was facing... it was a single green Zaku, the only sign that it was connected to the massacre was the splotches of oil which stained dripped down along it’s body. 

“GODAMN REAPER!”

[i]CLICK[/i] The shout of it’s pilot was silenced by it’s last hope being extinguished as it’s doom drew an axe and slowly walked over to the now helpless unit, it’s pilot only able to whimper as the steps started to ring like the gongs of hell...

The Black Covered unit raised it’s axe, then brought it down.

[b]BATTLE ENDED[/b]

“It takes more than just a strong Gunpla  to be strong in this game.”

Blue particles dispersed as it revealed two parties divided by a hexagonal table, on one side was a set of three teenagers in various forms of distress and disbelief. The other was a single blonde haired teenager and next to him was a kid looking at the blonde haired teenager in wonder and amazement.

“A strong Gunpla is one thing, but a Gunpla fighter needs to be able to bring out the most from it, ya lot failed to do that, so don’t pick on someone for their Gunpla, ya small fries.” Kai continued his criticism, as he picked up his Gunpla from the table. “Here ya are kid, without a scratch. Run along now.” The child nodded giving his gratitude towards the blonde haired delinquent as he ran back to his parents. 

“Well, guess my job is done here.” Kai as took his GP base from the machine and prepared to leave the Gunpla shop they where battling, at one of the defeated teens finally spoke up. 

“Oi, stop right there! Bastard!”

 Kai didn’t stop and started to walk away. 

“I said stop you goddamn cheater!”

That made Kai stop.

“Cheating?” The delinquent echoed.

“Yeah, there no way you could have beaten all three of us! You mush have cheated!” “Yeah!” “That right!”

If the lot already didn’t lose his respect for picking on kids, their attitudes certainly did. 

“You lot are pathetic, ya can’t take losing with some dignity, you aren’t even worth my time.” The Gunpla fighter growled with venom and disgust in his voice, as he continued to walk away. 

“Didn’t you hear me!” One of the three finally lost his temper as he leaped over table and charged the blonde haired delinquent arm raised in a clear intent to try and attack the Gunpla fighter... only for him to never get the chance, without even looking back the delinquent struck with the back of his hand, a sickening crack ringing out as the teenager was sent flying back with streams of blood running down his now broken nose. 

“Good grief.” While the other two was frozen his shock Kai made his exit. “Right, I’ve got about 15 minutes.” Kai looked at his phone, which had a single calendar note. ‘Takemori Arcade, 1:00 & 2:00’