"Ah! Bro, she transformed! Just like those girls on TV!"
Yeah. He... he can see that. Where the hell was that when they had saved her the other week, along with that crazy girl? He groans and shakes his head. Well, at least--
Wait. Why is she running towards it?!
"HEY! Hold on you little idi--"
Mamoru's shout falls deaf from the bird monster's shrill cry as it suddenly pounds forward, wings flapping wildly with agitation as its claws slap against the street pavement. Once again, he's not really faced with the ability to do anything but run on instinct.
As he literally runs, racing to out pace the girl, and meet the monster. Adrenaline pulsing through him, all he knows is that he needs to knock the hell out of the thing. So, he leaps up, finding himself carried much further in the air than a normal human might be.
His fist flashes out, slamming into the monster's midsection. It gives a cry, before flapping mightily with its wings, the gust powerful enough to knock Mamoru back through the air. He hits the street, tumbling and bouncing across it, sliding to a stop and... he groans, before pushing himself up. As he does so, there's a flare of energy around his fist, and he grunts.
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What the fuck?
"Ah! Bro, she transformed! Just like those girls on TV!"
Yeah. He... he can see that. Where the hell was that when they had saved her the other week, along with that crazy girl? He groans and shakes his head. Well, at least--
Wait. Why is she running towards it?!
"HEY! Hold on you little idi--"
Mamoru's shout falls deaf from the bird monster's shrill cry as it suddenly pounds forward, wings flapping wildly with agitation as its claws slap against the street pavement. Once again, he's not really faced with the ability to do anything but run on instinct.
As he literally runs, racing to out pace the girl, and meet the monster. Adrenaline pulsing through him, all he knows is that he needs to knock the hell out of the thing. So, he leaps up, finding himself carried much further in the air than a normal human might be.
His fist flashes out, slamming into the monster's midsection. It gives a cry, before flapping mightily with its wings, the gust powerful enough to knock Mamoru back through the air. He hits the street, tumbling and bouncing across it, sliding to a stop and... he groans, before pushing himself up. As he does so, there's a flare of energy around his fist, and he grunts.
"There has gotta be an easier way to do that."