Atreyu started to walk towards the dirt path walkway squinting at multiple giant floating flat screen monitors towering over the stadium. He squinted from the sun gleaming behind it forming an eclipse above the field. Atreyu kept walking until he reached the battlefield carrying his case and duffel bag. He threw his duffel bag to the side away from harm. A clear blue panel on a stand ejected out the ground on a flat computer platform at the sides of the battlefield. The audience began to cheer out loudly to a singular person walking at through core of the crowd hearing praises as the figure walks into the stadium. A deep arrogant voice shot out of the crowd as a student walked forth.

“Oh well look who decided to show up, and here I thought you would chicken out”.

“Nice to see you too Kevin, still in the same varsity jacket and khaki pants I see.” Atreyu responded in a sarcastic monotone voice.

Kevin spoke smugly tugging on his jacket. He was ignorant of Atreyu’s sarcasm.

“Well I gotta represent my peeps of the baseball team. After all, I am the captain and you deserve to get pounded in the ground by me in the freshest clothes. You should be thankful I give you my acknowledgement.”

“Yeah I’m so honored that I can’t even stand properly. Oh wait I can because there’s nothing respectable about you. You think that you’ll become a hotshot by playing sports to entertain for the higher ups. Anybody with half a brain could easily see that…”

“Fighting a scrawny punk like you will be easy. All you do is talk the talk, but not walk the walk.”

“We’ll see about that.” Atreyu mumbled.

Atreyu pressed the last button on the panel with a voice command clenching on his case handle with a feint surge of anger.

“Bring me Phantom from my Clash Battle unit.” Atreyu shouted out loud.

The message was sent on the panel. Kevin pulled up his panel and gave commands.

“Computer, bring me Spikezilla from my unit.”

As they both ordered their weapons, a young student wearing striped black and white polo shirt with white pants walked forward speaking into a headset speaker at the center of the field to the entire crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, kings, queens, and everything in between I would like to welcome you to the Clash Battle Zone!”

When he announced with a megaphone strapped to his headset the entire crowd screamed and cheered like they were at a sports festival.

“Now for some of you first time watchers that don’t know what a Clash Battle is, I will explain it to you. It’s when two people or more have a quarrel or an argument to settle with one another and want to settle it in a fight using different types of weapons which are used to help in combat. Our two fighters today have already chosen their weapons from their units. Each student is given access to a storage unit that contains their weapons held in the underground school bunker.

“Hey Atreyu, are you ready to get a good smack down from my weapon; wait a minute…is that small lunchbox your case? How pathetic. Kevin claimed with pride.

“Wait a minute; is that your overbite?” Atreyu countered back.

The crowd started to laugh at his comment.

“Now, now. Before we fight, we must go over the rules. Rule number one! No murder or intensified killing, the only acceptable situation is beating the opponent at a near death level where they can recover from severe injuries. Rule number two! No guns due to the laws that were passed many years ago around the year twenty-thirty seven called One Bullet Remains Act. This act specifically banned all guns worldwide other than America who still gives permission to six bullet revolver pistols and case weapons which we use in Clash Battles. Any person who is seen or caught with any illegal weapon will instantly be arrested and executed for crime in potential threat possession against humanity. The last rule is the fight only stays here in the battlefield between one another and any more disagreements are to be dealt after a Clash Battle along with the things they have bet or agreed on.”

The referee started to catch his breath after speaking so fast with excess detail. He placed his palm on his chest with exasperated lungs. Kevin started to lose his patience tapping his foot.

“Are you done yet, can the ass whooping begin already?”

“One last thing, both fighters must be announced with an intro.”

The referee took one last inhale; he pulled a green panel reading Atreyu and Kevin’s files from school for details shrieking to the crowd to hype them up.

“Coming in at around six feet tall, short brown hair, peach skin, nickname is Neo Ruth and captain of the baseball team which is the elite clique of the school its K-K-K-K Kevin!”

Air horns screeched throughout the entire crowd as they cheer in an array of praise and excitement. Kevin marched forward with swaggered stance, his shoulders steeply leaning with his case moving with pride.

“It’s about time we show what happens to nerds who have a smart mouth and need to be punished.”

The referee interrupted them once more to introduce Atreyu and the wager that they made.

“Now to introduce a man of mystery, tan skin, army parka jacket, lava colored shoes, black denim pants and who was a former member of the technology program. His nickname is School Slayer Masquerade; it’s Atreyu!”

…No air horns.

The referee blew a silver whistle from around his neck. “Let the Clash Battle commence!” The referee hollered.