When one awakes from their slumber, they may expect to still be in bed. For one slightly hung over lad this wasn't the case. As he came to all he could notice was the pain in his head and cold on his skin. He sat up from his prone position and realized he was in some sort of concrete hole in the floor. Using what little light there was he found some stairs and scaled them with no hesitation; praying they lead to the sun. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the room fills with blinding light! A deafening shout comes from behind him. Turning the man barely has time to think before he catches the thing thrown to him. It appears to be some sort of plastic handle with a ripcord and a metal piece. The sound of metal hitting concrete shocked him when he pulled the cord; but what shocked him more was the person who threw this thing. They stood across the pit; shrouded in a black cape. Cackling was heard as they held out a hand. Within the hand was a device identical to his but red. "Let it rip!" the cloaked figure screeched as they pulled the cord; firing a red metal top into the pit. This red top tore across the pit and shredded the blue. Absolute confusion swept the young mans face; which was replaced with terror as a sickle was seen briefly from under the others cloak. "I win...so now I'M gonna rip." they say before leaping the gap in the floor, sickle high! Screaming, the young man puts his hands up in defense; but is cleaved in twain. The next three hours see no activity in the building until the cloaked man finally leaves. In the dead of night, holding two red and blue bayblades.
