5 men sat at a small wooden table in a rundown abandoned building. The men were all quite young. Most were in their early twenties though their leader Brian was 34. They were the leaders of black hydra, the largest and most powerful gang in the city. It was said that all the illegal drugs in the city had gone through them at some point. The cops could do nothing to stop them. Some of the cops were them. But now they were facing the first significant challenge to their power since they had gained it.

"I just don't understand these guys" Franky said in anger. "They don't even deal drugs but they still expect us to respect their territory. What kind of gang are they?" "They're not a gang." Donny replied. "They're just some punk kids who want to play mafia!!! They got less than a dozen members."

"What I want to understand." Brian interrupted with a slow and intimidating voice "Is how this group of punk kids managed to destroy more than two thirds of our drug supplies. We have guns, knives, and hundreds of men so why is this our last big drug store!!! We got twenty men in the hospital, 43 in prison, and they haven't had a single casualty yet."

"Don't worry boss," Donny interrupted trying to defuse the situation. "We got twenty armed men patrolling the perimeter and a dozen snipers in place. even if they really do have flamethrowers they aint getting in here."

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"Ya think so," interrupted a voice from behind him. A tall young man with shocking red hair stepped into view. "You were supposed to wait for my signal" came another voice from the other side of the room. The second boy was a bit taller and had shiny black hair. He was carrying what looked like a large glass shield with a strange long hilt coming out of the top. "Nobody move!" Brian shouted as he pulled out his gun and stood up. To his surprise he fell on his face. His allies had all fallen to the ground as well. Brian was shocked to see that the floor around his table had somehow been covered in slippery ice. "Guns are pretty useless when you can't get a foothold" said the black haired boy with a smirk. "Now then, why don't we get started" said the first boy in an equally cocky voice. He was now holding what looked like a sword made out of red flames. "What are you?" Brian said, his voice now tinted in fear. "I can give you money, drugs, whatever you want just leave me alone!"

"Sorry" said the black haired boy, assuming the leadership position. "We don't care about any of that. Your friend was right. We're just a group of punk kids who like to play mafia!"