"You're going down, Motormouth!" A young man in a white bodysuit and mask shouted as he sprung forward, slashing the eight foot tall monster across it's bumpy grayish green skin with his pure white sword, causing purple blood to spray from the wound and stain the man from head to toe. It's clawed hands could not stem the tide as it let out a pained roar, emitted from it's mouth filled with multiple rows of rotating teeth that was it's namesake. "Ah man, you know we can't dry clean these easily?!" The man added a quip, brushing the excess, goopy fluid with his free hand for added effect. The monster, however, was beyond hearing and crashed heavily onto the street, going limp. Other colored jumpsuit wearing individuals quickly crowded around him, hands on their weapons and posing together as if for a magazine. "And that's what you monsters get for trying to ruin Tokyo!" He shouted to the camera that had filled their latest victory. "Team Rainbow Force!!!" ********** "And...cut!" A man clothed in dark robes and a dark mask said as he paused the television screen, showing a still image of the colorful group posed in all of their glory. Their sickening glory that would hopefully be short lived. "Yet again, a powerful monster has lost to a group of people too young to even drink alcohol in the United States! You see the problem here, why we keep loosing baddies to children? That fool disregarded our orders and took them all on at once! Out in the open! That is why Lord Gerath has given you lot, Team Dusk, this assignment in his stead. "Team Rainbow Force" has cockily revealed their true identities; students at Kamata highschool. Our spies reveal that they're training during after school hours for an upcoming prep rally. The team will be relatively alone and unguarded. You all are around school age, or at least look it, so can infiltrate the school grounds without much suspicion, enter the gym, and take them out before they can use their special bracelets to don their super mask uniforms. Any questions?" The short Russian boy, Viktor, let out a sigh as he glanced around the room at his companions. They didn't impress him very much yet, and in fact looked like they would blow a mission such as this, just like Motormouth did before them. They were too...chatty. Too arrogant. Too...weird? Whatever the case may be, somehow he had the feeling like they would get on his nerves in record time. He joined this group due to finding their leader amusing. Hopefully it was this judgment that was the correct one and not the other one he was making now. He didn't ask any questions or go to speak to any of the others just yet. Hopefully they could start their mission soon, because school time was nearing it's end.