Surrounded by trees and bushes, in a jungle by a tree lays a man no taller than 6'0, appearing no older than 23 due to his handsome facial features combined with his clean cut face and healthy side parted hair. His skin that of sweet peaches accommodated by a blue superhero suit with a gold star like shape on his chest that extends on the side connecting to his cape which is all blue. He has gold on his mid forearms to his wrists as well as a gold belt with that same symbol and gold boots.
Sitting in a hammock made out of vines and leaves, is a man in incredible shape with a muscular build looking to be around 6'5. With his elbows on his knees and his fingers interlocked bringing his hands together infront of his face while he looks down.
He appears to be in his early 20's with his short brown hair slightly rocking with the wind along with hair on his chin. He's wearing a green t-shirt with dark blue jeans and some brown work boots.
"Don't be nervous dont be shy just keep looking at the sky". The man sings to himself under his breath.
"Mamas here have no fear, just be the bravest here".
The man laying down opens his eyes and looks over at the man.
"Hey Forrest".
He says.
"Yea?".
He replies.
"I get your nervous and all but you need to try and calm down, we were assigned on the easiest battle field out of the three".
"Yea but that doesn't mean that we are going to get out alive, I mean after all whoever is coming was chosen by Nuridrisa himself to meet us here".
The man gets up from the ground and goes over to Forrest.
Forrest looks up at the man and sees a straight face staring at him with no emotion.
Forrest begins to speak,
"Look man all im say-".
Smack!!
The man smacks Forrest leaving a red mark on his face.
"Listen to me right now when I say this".
Forrest turns his head to face back at the man.
"If we want to go see our families again we both need to focus up, and look out for eachother".
"Yes sir".
Forrest replies.
"We cant afford to be nervous or freeze up when we fight because each moment is critical".
"Yes sir".
Says Forrest.
The man puts his knuckles on his hips and looks up to the left giving off a heroic pose
"Have my back so I have the opportunity to have yours".
"Yes sir!"
Forrest says with enthusiasm.
"Hey man you neeeeeeeed to stop calling me sir, im only 27".
"But 27 is practically 30 which makes you 10 years older than me...sir".
Forrest says softly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU SHY TURD, HUH SPEAK UP STRONG BOY!!".
The man yells at Forrest as he brings his face close to his while nudging his head repeatedly with his finger.
"Nothing sir".
Forrest says shyly as he looks down at the ground .
"JUST CALL ME BY MY HERO NAME OR REGULAR NAME STOP SAYING SIR!".
The man yells causing veins to pop out his neck.
"Sorry Phil".
Forrest says shamefully.
"My hero name would be better but I guess its progress so I'll let it slide for now".
He calms down and fixes his hair.
"So when does the fighting start og?"
Phil and Forrest looks to who was speaking, about 100 feet away was a man with dark clear skin wearing an oversized black shirt with black ripped jeans and expensive all black sneakers.
He has a gold Cuban link chain and gold earrings with a diamond in the middle.
His cornrows puffed up as if they hadn't been retwisted in a while.
"S-so you're all Nuridrisa sent?"
Forrest says as a smirk of hope slowly appears on his face.
"Of course not."
Says the mysterious man
Hundreds of African warriors wearing unique tribal armor peak their heads out from behind trees and bushes around the forest.
"Two hundred people plus me but based off what I've heard just now... you're destined for a tough challenge right bro?".
The man says while giving off an unsettling grin.
"U-uhm, no sir?"
Says Forrest nervously
"Aye bruh dont call me sir aight I dont even play that"
His grin fades away instantly.
Phil takes a step forward and prepares to say something.
"Bring on as many as you-".
Just then a bald darkskinned man with a patch of hair in the back that was in a pony tail, appearing to be in his 40's appears infront of Phil so fast he could barely see him coming. He had several colorful beaded wristbands along with a red and blue homemade material acting as shorts with a thick multicolor beaded belt. He had no shirt or shoes just that, with this grin on his face that sent chills down Phil's spine causing him to freeze up as he felt something cold rest on his throat for a moment.
SLICE.