The fleet begins landing on the beach of the Kingdom of Gothic Los Angeles.
An army of Vampires waits at the beach and begins blowing up the buses.
The Vampires sneer and cackle and wait for the buses to land on the beach, which explodes the sand.
They grab the bus's roof and tear it open, revealing that no one is there.
Meanwhile, it is revealed that the army is now wearing strange helmets around their heads while flying the true fleet, which landed in Thousand Oaks while trying to enter Los Angeles.
Prometheus sighs. "All right... Let's do this..." he said.
"Haps... Set us down... Tell the fleet that we're going to fly down Beverly Hills soon. I want us to be dispatched along with an army of Thenes' clones. Do NOT fight Dracula. Meet me at Hollywood."
The group lands from the CoolDudeBus while Prometheus takes the wheel and continues charging toward Los Angeles, with him is the Reaper.
Happy continues looking at the distance.
"C'mon," said Miguel. "We have to get to L.A. and fight Dracula. I'm done with diplomatic shit... This is just flat-out war."
"Miguel... Why would you do that?" asked Anna. "You wouldn't be following Prometheus' orders."
"Fine..." sighed Miguel. "We're going to Hollywood. C'mon..." 354
Later... the group manages to reach Hollywood. It's empty, barren, and is practically a desert.
Miguel and the band follow Miguel, while everyone looks at the beautiful starry night sky.
"We have to keep a move on..." said Miguel.
Miguel's eyes widen. He hears... something wrong.
Miguel transforms into an Aswang and ticks his wings, using echolocation to listen to his surroundings.
*tik... tik... tik... tik... tik...*
"Huh... No one... Just a buncha bats over yonder-..."
*SPLAT!!!*
Anna falls to the ground with a bleeding chest.
Miguel catches her. "Anz? ANZ!?!?" growled Miguel.
Gerard, Fred, Happy, Jedan, Lord, and Athena turn to the being...
Happy activates his missiles.
Gerard reveals his katana from its sheath.
Fred prepares a blaster device.
Jedan prepares his rubbery fists.
Lord activates his rock armor.
Athena prepares her army of clones.
"ANNA!!!" sobbed Miguel.
Anna is unresponsive. Miguel begins healing her with his flames.
"Hm... As I suspected..." sneered Dracula. "You DID come the incorrect route..."
Everyone else looks angrily at Miguel.
Dracula smiles. "Let's say this... Let us do a tournament, friends..."
"We aren't... playing your games..." growled Miguel.
"You just did, Azral," sneered Dracula. "Played my game and got EVERYONE into this very spot..."
"What do you want, anyway? Power? Glory? FOOD!?!?" asked Lord.
"All those three are exactly what I want... Why do you think I ruled over the Europeans for years... But, I am quite the confident young Prince... I, the Prince of Darkness, challenge all of you to a free for all! I want you... to hit me... as haaard as you can..."
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HumorThe Gospel Truth According to Miguel Azral 1. He's AN ORPHAN... He's CONFUSED... And he's JOJO POSING... Miguel Azral is a teenage boy who was orphaned by his stepfather, since he was too dirty, TOO ENGLISH-SPEAKING... AND TOO... ASWANG!!? TURNED IN...
