Red Ring of Death-RPG

Hellwings hurtled through space. He didn't know it, but the red glare that he gave off, augmented by his already existing holy light, had been picked up by telescopes around the world. Already armies gathered around his projected landing point, eager to stop him from tearing another city apart.

In a blinding flash, he dove through the atmosphere of the planet, spreading wings over a mile wide to slow himself before touching down on the highest peak of a Pacific island, a storm of dust blasting outwards. He looked out at the surrounding Battleship fleets and opened his mouth to roar, ring glowing and hellfire brimming in his throat. A second later, the ocean was on fire, half the ships were gone, and all hell had broken loose.

While most boats exploded in a furious dose of fire and flame, one boat survived, a speedboat with a covered top made of solid vibranium. On board, Peregrinus, Atomikill, and Paddleball all sailed toward the small island. The brothers three, as they called themselves, were ready for anything- including a raging alien prepared to kill them- and were looking for an all new prize- a red Avatar ring.

As the speedboat steered clear of other boats wreckage and the dead, they finally scooted up on the beach of the small island, bursting out of the door with weapons out- Atomikill on the left with his twin Gatling guns, Peregrinus in the front with his eyes blazing red and ready for tearing through anything, and Paddleball with his twin paddles on the right.

The entire team knew each other somehow- Atomikill was trained by Paddleball, and his suit was designed by Peregrinus. Paddleball and Peregrinus also were distantly related. Each and every one connected, a true Brothers Three. However, they all swore this was a one time thing- Atomikill was giving each of them 500,000 dollars in order to be here. Which was only half of what he made in a week.

@peregrinus_: Hellwings didn't notice the bullets coming through the smoke until they rattled against his body, jarring him but not piercing his skin. Irritated by the stinging of their strikes, he raised his hand and red light pored forth, forming a massive ball and chain. He rose above the smoke, looking down at the tiny boat that the attack had come from. A red glare was cast as the spiked ball grew many eight times its already impressive size and was finally dropped.