Hearing his words, the Armorer burst out laughing.
"So Mr. Revolver came here specifically to make a name for himself."
He clearly didn’t believe anyone would risk their neck "just because they couldn’t stand it," for the sake of a bunch of unknown souls. He leaned toward the idea that this was some underworld newbie looking for a fast track to fame.
A rookie who might have some talent—but whose ego had outgrown his skills.
"Nice idea, but you picked the wrong place." The Armorer narrowed his eyes. "This isn’t where you chase clout. Wrong place, wrong opponent. You may have just made the biggest—and last—mistake of your life."
Kira was unfazed. He simply smiled. "Then please... enlighten me."
"Good. Interesting."
The Armorer waved, signaling his men to step back and open a circle around them.
"Come then!"
He unfurled his Duel Disk, drew a Deck from the inside of his suit jacket, and slotted it in.
"Here, you’ll witness... the cruelty of the world’s dark side!"
"I look forward to it," Kira said.
"Duel!" x2
[Kira, LP 4000]
[The Armorer, LP 4000]
"Normal Summon ’Machina Sniper’ in Attack Position!"
A steel soldier materialized, shouldering a long sniper rifle. As it landed, its parts gave off a crisp metallic scrape.
[Machina Sniper, ATK 1800]
"Machina, huh." Interest flickered across Kira’s face. "What a coincidence."
Machina wasn’t exactly rare these days; Machine themes had a loyal following among modern duelists.
Given this man’s moniker—"Armorer"—it was no surprise he ran Machines. And among Machines, Machina was popular; even non-Machina Machine players often splashed the package.
The real-card "Machina Sniper," while it’s on the field, prevents both players from attacking "Machina" monsters other than itself. In the manga, though, it was a vanilla with no effect.
The Armorer casually drew another card.
"I set one and end my turn."
His every move oozed confidence.
"My turn. Draw."
Kira eyed the Machina on his opponent’s field and smiled meaningfully.
"I’ll start with this. ’Machina Fortress’ in my hand can Special Summon itself from my hand or GY by sending Machine monsters from my hand whose total Levels are 8 or more to the GY!"
He flashed a card, then slid it swiftly into the GY.
"I send the Level 8 ’Machina Cannon’ from my hand to the GY to Special Summon Machina Fortress!"
"What!?" The Armorer was taken aback.
The same archetype as me?
"Machina Cannon" hit the GY—and it was as if a mobile steel citadel crashed down. Tank treads rolled, each link gleaming coldly, like a war-beast roaring. Unknown alloys formed an impregnable hull; arcs of electricity danced inside the long railgun, hissing faintly.
[Machina Fortress, ATK 2500]
"Machina Fortress—attack ’Machina Sniper’!"
The steel dragon awoke. The railgun unleashed a thick blue beam. Air shattered, and the mech soldier’s iron body was pierced as if made of paper. Screeching metal tore from within; circuits and steel melted under the blast, erupting into a fireball and thick smoke.
[The Armorer, LP 4000 → 3300]
Kira chuckled.
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