Raid on the Underworld Pt. III

Atlas marched ahead of his army. He stood at ten feet tall, and the fierce expression on his face spoke for itself. He was shirtless, and his strong legs were covered by a white robe.

Armadillo was a dark-skinned man who stood at five-foot eleven. He was barefoot with white bandages wrapping his ankles and wrists. He wore brown shorts that were skin-tight.

The army of ten thousand marched from behind with their weapons and shields.

Anzu, Hikaru, Taichi, and Koji were headed their way.

Atlas laughed loudly. "So these are the world-famous Bloodhounds? Mere children?!"

Koji grinned, showing off his sharp, jagged teeth. "It'd be in your best interest to not underestimate us."

Atlas smirked. "You've gotta give me a reason not to first!"

Hikaru took a hold of his scythe. He seemed to vanish into thin air, purely from his speed. He re-appeared in the air above the army, and began sending cuts of air down towards them.