In the midst of that remote desert, amidst the scattered sand dunes, there were six people walking, clad in cloaks as the wind whipped around them. They eventually arrived at a place: the massive circus tent, towering about 100 meters high and measuring several miles in width. It was an old tent with an open door in the center and a tattered red carpet.
The six individuals stood before the entrance, drawing their swords, and from their strength, the sand began to swirl around them. After that, they entered the great circus.
One of them said: "The place is as dark as last time."
Without warning, bright circular lights ignited above them, and a voice came from a loudspeaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's show! We have a special event today, so fasten your seatbelts and prepare for the performances!"
Suddenly, knives began to fly toward the six, and calmly, one of them waved his hand, deflecting all the knives.
The person who deflected the knives said: "Child's play! Let's finish this with them."
Everyone lifted their cloaks into the air, revealing that they were six soldiers who had been promoted for this mission: Pride, the second deputy commander; Ziyad, the second deputy commander; Ahmad, Badir, Adel, and Osama, all holding the rank of General.
Pride: "There are seven clowns, spread out now, and each of you take down one of them!"
Ziyad: "And one more thing: there's an extra clown among them. If anyone needs help, let them call the nearest person."
The four generals shouted: "Understood!" They jumped and scattered around the place.
Ahmad: "We don't know their ranks, but Ziyad and Pride's explanation suggests they are no less than leader rank. Oh, a leader among seven people! How annoying!"
Badir, walking in the dark: "I don't know what that filthy crow said, but if it's true, there's a big reward waiting for us."
Osama: "Oh my God, I'm the only armored one among them. I've upgraded my attack, but who will be my opponent?"
Adel: "Brother, I won't let you down this time! I'll take revenge for what happened before."
Pride on another path: "I lost last time because of their traps. I must not fall for those tricks again, and I've informed the others."
Ziyad, walking alone: "I've mastered 'Awakening the Dragon.' This time will be different with aura control."
Now, Badir, Osama, Pride, Adel, Ahmad, and Ziyad faced the unknown.
Adel, walking, suddenly saw two flaming rings coming toward him. He twisted his neck to the left to dodge the first ring, then again to the right to avoid the second, but the second ring grazed his cheek.
Adel: "Oh, so they are sharp! But I know your traps! Come out and face me!"
Out stepped a fat clown who tipped his hat to his chest.
Clown: "Hello, I am the Clown of Rage, and today you will be my special act."
On the other side, as Ahmad walked, he found himself in mid-air, facing a long rope, at the other end of which was a thin clown.
Clown, crying: "I am the Clown of Sorrow. Please make me happy in this act."
Ahmad: "This is impossible! How will I fight in mid-air?!"
On Ziyad's side, there were weights thrown on the ground next to a muscular clown.
Clown: "Hahaha, I am the Clown of Joy, and my act must be funny for the audience."
Ziyad: "Sorry, but I'm a pessimistic person."
On Osama's side, there was a clown hitting lions and yelling at them, and when he saw Osama, he struck his whips hard on the ground.
Clown: "I am the Clown of Cruelty; submit to me."
Osama: "Hmm, sorry, your request is denied."
Elsewhere, Badir said: "There are many logs around me; I wonder why they are used?"
Just then, Badir stopped as a rapidly spinning axe was directed toward him, passing just before his face and colliding with the wood.
Badir: "If I hadn't stopped and sensed the danger, I would have been dead."
From the darkness came a clown with two axes in his hands, a belt around his waist filled with many more axes.
Clown: "You didn't get hit by my strike! Ah, I am the Clown of Disappointment. Please let my axe hit you."
Finally, at Pride's location...
Pride: "Someone threw several knives when we entered; they came from this direction. A multi-attack, only Ziyad and I have the advantage against him. I cannot let anyone else face him."
Pride continued walking: "Wait! This!!"
He was bombarded with a hail of knives.
Pride: "I can't deflect them all; I need to use 'Ice Mountain' from the start of the battle!"
Pride summoned the Ice Mountain and created a wall in front of him that blocked all the knives. (Sound of footsteps) A clown emerged holding a knife resembling claws between each finger.
Clown: "Do you expect me to bow to you?! I am the Clown of Pride."
Pride: "It seems we have a lot in common, don't we? But unfortunately, my name is Pride, and the arena can only be filled with one proud individual."
Six clowns against six soldiers—what will become of the battle, one wonders?
To be continued...