Men Of Streets

'Ash of the damned? Nice name but what is it?' Dreamer thought. Why did Diablo shout like that?

RUMBLE!

The colosseum rumbled again. It was the fifth time now when the colosseum rumbled.

Dreamer looked here and there to find some abnormalities but he caught nothing significant.

Then in the center of the stage, Dreamer saw something.

'Is that a… typhoon?' A gray substance swirled in the center and with every second it became bigger and bigger.

"What is this?" Archie exclaimed, running away from it.

He ran and stood behind Dreamer.

'Why are you standing behind me, Old man?' Dreamer thought. Archie should stand in front of him.

Diablo still had his arms spread and the cyclone never stopped spinning.

"Kill them all!" Diablo shouted and the cyclone went violent.

Dreamer felt a finger on his back and he looked over his shoulder.

"Thank you." Dreamer said. Archie was drawing the circle on his back again.