The Legend of Fauna

“To make this easier on the six of you, and more or less me, I'll be taking the second turn for everyone. With that said, let's see it Shy.” The man said as his shades mimicked his every movement. It was strange to watch them side by side. It was almost like he was moving so fast that there was an after image there. The light pink headed girl nodded, and the six girls began to plan out what to do.

“Well, I don't have many options here. I'll set three and pass.” The girl quietly slid three cards in into their slot, and on her field, three face down cards appeared. “Don't have many options she says. You can beat most of your brothers on a regular occasion in a single turn. You can't bluff me.” The real Sombra said to the girl with a smirk on. The girl simply put her hands under her wings and started to sway. “You all see that? She's gonna try and beat me on her turn. She thinks she has this already. Whose next?”

Without a word, Rainbow started to play. The first thing she did was summon the same Falcon card that she opened with last duel. The red clad militarized anthropomorphic falcon took place on the field and saluted. It's automatic rifle hanging ready to fire on it's side. “I summon Prismatic Avian Foot Falcon. When he's summoned, I get to add a Prismatic Spell or trap to my hand. I add Prismatic Cube ritual.” The falcon took what looked like an old blocky radio from it's side and squawked something into it. Then, from out of the sky, a clear crystal cube dropped in front of it. The Angel took a card from her disk, and the cube faded away. Realizing that his next opponent had been decided, the man seemed to fade into the dark red color of his shades, and reappear in place of the shade standing in front of rainbow.

“Then I activate the effect of Prismatic Avian, Bastillatician from my hand. I equip him to Foot Falcon, raising his attack and defense by 800 and allowing him to attack directly. But that's not why we need him here right now.” The Falcon's rifle expanded into what could only be equated to a shoulder mounted cannon with shields on either side. “Next, I activate the effect of Prismatic Cube Ritual! By tributing monsters in any zone on my field whose levels equal the level of a ritual monster in my hand, I can summon that monster! The crystal of war calls forth it's unyielding champions of color! Burst through the prism, Prismatic Avian, Bolt-Action Black!”

The clear cube returned to the field and began to spin. The Red clad falcon and the green clad bird in what looked like a motorcycle side car with a cannon coming out of it flew into the crystal. The colors faded to white, and light started to shoot out in various colors from the rapidly spinning cube. The crystal shattered into pieces and in it's place was a much bigger bird. In it's right wing, it held a very large bolt action rifle which could either be sniper class or anti air class due to it's sheer size. It was wearing white tactical armor and a military uniform similar to the red and green ones the other Avians were wearing. It's feathers were as dark as night and shined with almost a blue tinge. This was a raven.

“When Bolt-Action is Ritual summoned, I get to target two union monsters in my graveyard and equip them to him.” Two red and green lights shot from broken pieces of the crystal cube that had yet to dissipate. The rifle was bathed in green and transformed into a sterling white cannon with a single bright green ribbon that flowed in the wind. It's left arm was bathed in red light and covered in armor of a more traditional sort, but still with the Avian's old modern warfare style. Rough and blocky, made of something expensive and outdated like Kevlar or fiberglass and embedded with a small matterwave shield that covered his shoulder. “And this in turn protects it, alongside giving it other effects and attack points... I-” The man had said quietly, before he was cut off.

“I'm not done yet! I activate the effect of Cube ritual in my grave! By tributing Foot Falcon as an equip card, I can add it to my hand!” The red armor on the black bird's wing crackled into specks of light and faded out of existence. The shattered pieces of crystal began to reformulate and seal themselves back into shape. The cube then retreated into her grave slot, where she took the card from and added it to her hand.

“I activate Prismatic cube ritual again! By tributing Bolt-Action, and then substituting his equip card for him, I can ritual summon a level 8 or lower monster from my hand! The crystal of war calls forth it's unyielding champions of color again! Burst through the prism, Prismatic Avian, Crackling Cyan Cannoneer!” The clear cube took center stage again, absorbing the green shape of the bird that remained on the field, all to it's self now. The cube spun and the green inside started to fade to white again. Colored beams of light illuminated the area until the crystal shattered, revealing a whole new bird with a giant cannon about twice the size of the green bird's motor car. The bird itself was mostly white, sharing the armor and clothing that the other wore, however, it's entire head and the tips of it's feathers were about the same color as Rainbow's. Cyan, as it's name suggested.

“Okay... what does this one do?” The man asked, more confused about her actions than anything. “Glad you asked. A lot of my monsters can equip themselves to other cards once per turn, and this one just so happens to be my strongest union monster, save for Valkyriana. With that said, I equip Cannoneer to Bolt-Action!” The Cannon toting bird flashed itself into bright cyan light and enveloped the black bird. It's armor all became closer to what was worn today, or what the old modern people would call futuristic. It's entire body was covered in mesh steel plates and military standard matterwave shielding over each and every inch of the body. The gun was turned into what resembled a high powered magic rifle, capable of blowing a hole in even one of Celestia's walls.

“With that, I'll be done for now. Don't want ya too afraid to take your turn.” She said, as she crossed her arms, completely proud of what she'd just done. “I see...” The man said slowly moving his attention from the blue Angel. His face was completely stone, yet one could still hear a hint of concern in his voice. For who it went to was still up in the air. “Apple, make your move. Show me what your old man taught you.” As he spoke, once again, he faded from one spot to another in place of his shade. Addressing the girl like a drill Sargent, she immediately set her scales.

“Ah set the right with the scale 8, Continental Knight Myrmidon, and the left with the scale 1 Continental Knight Pegasus Rider!” On the right was a man wearing what looked to be regular clothing, all of it dark gray, and carrying a rather wicked edged sword. He wore a dark gray pillbox hat that covered some of his burning bright red hair. On the left, another new face. A woman dressed in simple clothes of tan and red with light pearly white armor over her chest and shoulders. She had bright green hair and dark blue eyes. She was riding a white winged pegasus adorned with pearly white horse armor on it's head and flanks, and carried a lance. The red colored gem like object from before began to oscillate in the sky over the field

“Next, Ah'll summon using my set scales! Swing Pendulum swing! Just like my family before me, bring the army back ta life! Continental Knights, Warrior Princess, Cleric, and Defender!” The two knights raised their weapons and the object began to spin rapidly, creating a portal where for three balls of orange light shot from. The turquoise haired princess stood proudly with her new comrades in the center of Applejack's field. To her left was the cleric. The girl wore white robes that fell gently over her body. Nothing too flashy, and hardly an ounce of skin showing, she resembled her title well. Underneath her veil, golden locks of curly hair spiraled downward in what might look like Zephraim's hair if he ever decided to try and tame it. She carried a silver staff with a bright blue gem at it's end. The other was a man that was heavily armored from head to toe with not a single bit of skin in sight. He carried a lance in one hand and the other was... hidden. His chest piece was oddly suspicious due to it's relatively torso sized nature. Even the backs of his legs and visible arm were covered in armor. How he could move at all was a mystery. All the visible plates were of a dark blue-green that shined in the bright desert sun.

“So, some of my knights have effects that change the game, so Ah'll go ahead and tell ya what they are in the spirit of fairness. While Myrmidon is in the Pendulum zone, monster's have ta run a hit-miss-crit check that changes based on the attacking and defending levels. If the attacker has a higher level, then the attack is negated if the die lands on 2 or 5. if they're even, it's 1, 3, or 5. of the attacker is lower, then it's 1,3, 4, or 5. If ya land a 6 at any point, It's considered a crit and the attacking monster's attack is doubled. Then, there's my Defender. He can attack from defense position, so if y'all decide ta go fer the destruction angle attackin' him with less than enough ta kill him, it's destroyed by battle as if they were both in attack position. But he cain't attack directly. The princess can change one of yer monsters to defense position during my turn and have it lose 500 points there too. She also has the piercing effect, so there's that. The Cleric cain't be attacked as long as Ah got another Knight on the field, and she gives me the ability ta check the top of my deck once each turn. If that card is a spell or trap, Ah get ta draw it. If it's not, then it goes to the bottom. Ah'll go ahead and use her effect.” The girl took the top card off her deck and the character for trap slowly rotated above the Cleric.

“If ya cain't tell by that, It's a trap.” She said as she showed him the card. “Ah'll go ahead and set this and pass the torch.” The man motioned to approve of the blonde's play, then faded in front of the tailor. “I guess if were going to keep this order, up next would be... Marshmallow. Show me what you got.” He pointed to rarity the moment he said marshmallow. “What? Marsh... are you referring to me?” The tailor said, clearly offended by the comment. “I didn't point to the nothingness behind you, so yes, I mean you.” The girl scoffed. “Why, I never...! Just because someone is pale skinned, that does not give anyone the right to-” The man rolled his eyes.

“You are literally not the whitest person I've ever seen. That title goes to my sister in law. The nickname has nothing to do with your color, it refers to your texture. You're not fat, bony, or muscular. I can only assume that underneath it all you are just some kind of gelatinous fluffy thing meant to be consumed. That is your nickname, now take your turn, Marshmallow!” The piercing green eyes of the man nearly shot through the girl. She was suddenly very cold and decided to do as she was told.

“V-very well then...” The girl coughed in her hand, then recomposed herself. At the same time, a single curl fell out of place in her hair. “I will begin by summoning Cheswit Pawn Right.” The left handed tailor placed a card delicately on her disk's matterwave, and from a circle with a crest in it spawned a small fairy, however, this one was male in contrast to the first time she'd summoned a pawn. Like the other one, it he had wings of light that sparkled as he floated in place. His eyes were purely yellow orange and his armor was more neutral in color than the other one. It also carried an ax in one hand rather than a lance.

“His name is treated a Cheswit pawn while on the field, banished, and in the grave, and when he is summoned alone, he calls for help from my hand, as long as it's level 4 or lower. With out further adieu, I summon Cheswit Pawn Left.” Another Fairy, this time a Female, wearing mostly Black armor with white accents. Her wings were almost a shade of violet, even though it was faint, and she carried a sword.

“When the Left hand pawn is summoned by the effect of a Cheswit monster, She gains levels equal to the number of Cheswits I control, or two at this junction. As with her counterpart, her name is also Cheswit pawn outside the deck and hand. The right Pawn becomes an effect monster in the presence of another Cheswit tuner, stepping back to fulfill his role. Now then, It's time we resonate! I tune the level 5 tuner Cheswit Left with my level 3 Cheswit Right! White clad warrior, rain arrows from the kingdom atop snow capped mountains from the opposite side of the board! Cheswit White Sky Knight, ride on!”

The fairy girl split into five green rings, and the fairy boy transformed into three stars. A bright green light shot through the center and left in it's wake was the white knight fairy. He, like her rook, was a very muscular man of a fairy, covered in white cloth. His face was masked by a helm that came to two points on either side of his head. Every piece of cloth was lined in gold and a bright blue light that made him look like he belonged aside Rainbow's Bolt action the front lines next to Faunan soldiers. However, his mount was a bit different than what one would find in war. It was a giant dragon fly. It could have been expected, based on the mantis drawn chariot the rook had, but all the same. He carried a white bow that looked to be made of wood and had a single string made of light connecting either side and no arrows in sight.

“With his bow in line, my opponent's spell cards are restricted to being set before they're activated and they cannot be activated on the turn they're set, meaning you'll have to wait a turn to use any kind of spell. In addition to that, you cannot activate spells and traps from the hand. Along side these, if you were to destroy any of my monsters, because I assure you there will be more, they each get a one time protection every turn and he gains their original attack points until the end phase. But, there are still many things to do before I can finish this turn, Mr. Black. The first of which is the effect of Pawn Left, and the chained effect of Cheswit Bishop in my hand. Bishop special summons himself when a successful synchro summon is performed.”

Another Fairy entered the field, dressed in cloths with a more gray and white scheme than the sterling white knight atop the dragon fly, like the rook and right pawn.  She was rather thin in comparison to the more curvacious pawns, and carried what looked to be a spell book in one hand. “Next, the effect of Pawn Left resolves. I look at the top three cards of my deck, then I may choose a spell or trap card among them to add to my hand, then return them to the top or bottom of the deck in any order.” With a single motion, the girl took three cards from the deck with her right hand. She smiled, and put on on top and one on bottom.

“The card I add is the spell, Chevaux du Roi. The effect of Bishop is activated when he's summoned by his own effect. I may now look at the bottom three cards, discard one card, then pick one to add to my hand. Hmm... You'll serve me better here, and I will add this to my hand... Finally, I will activate the effect of Cheswit King from my hand. When I control two or more Cheswit monsters with different names, I can special summon him.” Joining the oracle and the Soldier was the gold clad king. His wings bigger than the others, his crown as ridiculously large as he was small, and his beard hiding most of his clothing. “I set one card and end my turn. All yours.” The man and his shades all had their arms crossed. He lowered his gaze, then nodded. “I see...” he said, keeping eye contact with the tailor. He stared her down in silence for a moment, and all the girls watched as violet curly hairs seemed to pop out of place one after another until the man faded to face the red clad Terran.  The man simply nodded and said, “Alright. Next is you, Pink.”

The pink haired girl shrugged and said, “I'm already done. Move on.” Her field was covered in traps. The man sighed. “Well, so much for that. You outta be fun to deal with. Your turn kid. Let's see if you've gotten any better after all these years.” Twilight took her stance and started to reach for her cards. She didn't know what Black might have up his sleeve (literally) this time around, and the match could be over before it starts if he uses the same deck she remembered from him. However, what Zeus described his father's deck being like was nothing close to what he used against her. Based on that, she could imagine why he had so many different ones.

When she was young, Sombra would tell her stories of great duelists past, each one of them having their own unique style, as if he knew each and every person he mentioned. Knowing how many decks he had her up against, she imagined that each and every shade had a different deck from a legend of long ago. However, he might be trying to create a sort of mirror match here... If that's the case then... The Mage smiled “Alright Black. I think I know your game. Let's see if I'm right.” The man tilted his head.

“Do you now? Well, get on with it girl.” He returned the same smile with twelve times the blood lust behind it. Twilight felt herself shiver. It reminded her more of angry Celestia than anything, and that thought was enough to send her running. “I'll begin by activating the effect of Shooting Star Wyvern in my Hand. I'll banish my Shooting Star Scorpion to special summon it.” The Mage tossed her scorpion into the banished slot, and slapped her dragon across the matterwave.  The Draco constellation appeared on her field, then inverted it's color to reveal a teal colored dragon made of light surrounding it. Oddly enough, It kinda looked like Spike. It was about as tall as Applejack and had wings that spanned two of itself wide. It was bulky in comparison to Fluttershy's more snake like dragon, and was more human like than Cobalt's feral element dragons.

“Next, I'll activate his effect. I can check your hand. If you have three or more spells in it, I get to draw a card. So, Black, let's see what you're playing this time.” The man began to laugh. “Ha ha ha... you have gotten better. And you're just as snarky as you used to be. Well done Twilight. This time, I'm playing heroes. Against you that is. In my hand is Fusion, E – Emergency call, Mask Change, Mask Charge, and finally, Elemental Hero Stratos.” The other five girls gasped, and Twilight snapped her fingers in success.

“Ha! I was right! You won't beat me if that's the same one from the last time!” The man popped his neck. “Well, lucky for you, it isn't.” He said, returning her retort. “Hold on a sec. I recognize that name. Weren't the Heroes just a legend? And while we're at it, what do you mean by 'against you'?” The man sighed. “I guess the secret's out. To answer your second question, Rainbow, I'm currently piloting six different decks, and only one of them my own. The rest are based on heroes long past. People who were famous throughout the ages. Shade five has the deck of a man that discovered the effects of dueling on the Soul, and one of the great pioneers of soul art. The names of these duelists have since been lost to history, but their accomplishments have remained in books around the world, passing from age to age. After seeing what all of you do here, it's come to my attention that each of you share traits with these legends and similar styles. As such, you'll be fighting what would be as close to them as we can get. With that said, Show me what else you've got planned. Surely you have more than a half powered dragon to fight the Heroes with?”

The Mage blinked and then realized the drawback of summoning Wyvern using that effect. “Oh right... He uh... loses half his attack when he's summoned like that. In any case, his effect succeeded and I get to draw.” Okay Twilight, don't panic. Just because you're super boned if you don't get some kind of way to add Star fusion to your hand, doesn't mean you'll lose... probably. Oh, hearths warming, I trust in you, so help me out here! Looking away from her deck, she pulled the top card off with every thing she had. When she looked to see what she had drawn, she noticed little gold sparks shooting off from her fingers. Thankfully, it was what she needed.

“I activate the effect of Star Magician Newton from my hand! By discarding Shooting Star Ram, I can special summon him. When he's special summoned this way, I get to add a Star Fusion to my hand!” A spiky haired man in heavy looking robes carrying a telescope entered the field. Upon being called on, he raised his telescope and a single star shot from the sky. He then took a piece of parchment from under his cloak and wrote something on it. He rolled it up and tossed it to Twilight. A card slid out of her deck and the parchment disappeared. She grabbed and activated it immediately.

“I activate Star Fusion! By sending the my two monsters to the grave yard, I can fusion summon! Wyvern of the night sky and the astronomer who views it, combine your powers to bring about a new form! Rotate and absorb, the growing star consumes all in it's orbit! Descend, Star Gravity, the Galaxy Magician!” The Wyvern was absorbed into three orbs of yellow light and a magician from her hand was turned into two violet ones. They circled each other until forming a trapezoid shape, and then exploded. In a bright violet light, a new Magician stood in their place. In an odd way, he resembled her little brother, yet, no one could really figure out why. His face was scarred and scaly along his cheek bones and his hair was a dark violet, not too far off of Twilight's own. He wore a helm that was in the shape of a dragon's head made of some kind of metallic violet metal. His armor had a large breast plate that covered most of his torso down to his waist with heavy emphasis on the upper body near the neck. He had light armor along his arms and a large shield on his left that carried Twilight's Mage's mark on it. In his right he carried a blade with a very long hilt that could have been a wand on it's own. The blade itself glowed with the same teal light that her Shooting star monsters did and had a slit dunning down the center, making it a sword catcher. The rest of his body was hidden away by the heavy robes of the Star Magicians, save for his feet which could be seen by their faint violet glow coming from them. They were the same shape as the wyvern used in the fusion, only having three toes and talons.

“Hmm... this is new...” Said the man. “While Gravity is on the field, you can only attack him, and he can't be targeted by your cards. With that, I'll end my turn. You're up Black.” The man and his shades all popped their necks in unison. They unfolded their arms and set their disks all in front of each other. Sombra faded away once again, returning to his spot in front of Fluttershy. “You know, It's been a long time since I've played my own game. However, I can already tell whose lost and who's got another turn. Some of you... failed to set up enough of a defense. Some of you are simply going to get over powered. In fairness, I won't say who did what wrong until all is said and done, but just know that two of you won't last this turn.”