GALAXIAN

“A sword?”

Shalem stared down at the diminutive warrior, at a bit of disbelief of both stature and weapon this person was holding. Though certainly judging a book by its cover was hardly a way to go, the assassin was skeptical.

❝... A steak knife? Is that what you think this is?❞ It was all he could do not to scoff. Such a misconception... Clearly he had never heard of Galaxia before.  ❝Under normal circumstances, I’d show you head on what my blade can do... but right now, I think it would be best to put its power to better use.❞

His wings sprouted forth and he shot up into the air, soaring forward in preparation of his next move. He paused, then extended his sword behind him. Normally, he’d use his cape to make the world stutter, but they’d taken that from him. He’d have to do without.

A crack of what looked like lightning split the sky horizontally, as well as the creature’s midsection.

And in the next few seconds, he was back at the other’s side, unfurling his cape and peering down from above.

The cocoons spread throughout the city grew a steadily increasing heartbeat throughout the duration of the day. Quiet at first, but near the end the sound was so loud that it sent vibrations throughout the entire city. Cracks began to form down the sides of the structures, and before long what was contained within had been set loose on the city.

Spiraling black strings of matter burst, overflowing before taking on the form of a physical manifestation. Reptilian scales embedded within the beast’s skin, limbs latching onto one another as foreign beings towered above the majority of the city. The gatekeepers, slightly transparent in color yet tainted by nature. Reapers foregoing lore, they weren’t in possession of scythes nor were their bones present. It didn’t matter as their tasks were all the same - to strip breath from lungs, motion from limbs, sight from eyes, noise from tongue. Sounds emanate from their bodies, voices dissimilar to those who roam the city. Upon further inspection, these creatures compound were made of the felled and forgotten.

Taking several steps forward, long limbs drag across concrete shattering infrastructures at will, leaving scraped imprints along the ground. It didn’t take long for most to surmise that this would be among one of the most difficult bouts the city has ever seen.

Over 300 feet is size each, they would certainly be the biggest.

extinction

1. the state or process of a species, family, or larger group being or becoming extinct.

She automatically assumed he had loved ones back where he came from? That only further proved his suspicions. He couldn't make too many assumptions at the moment, but she really did seem soft-hearted.

Whoever was following him didn’t seem to be hostile though. Rather, he seemed just as curious as Illumi was. Black optics blinked. Maybe they could talk. It would be interesting, and besides, if a battle commenced, he was very able to defend himself.

"Oi, I know you’re there. You can come out. I feel strange when people stalk me. You seem curious. Perhaps your curiousity could be fed much better if we actually communicate?"

" The fact that you were able to detect means you are skilled indeed. Though admittedly, I did not attempt to conceal myself much. " Met Knight got a better look at the man, considering his words. That wasn't how he usually gathered information, but this was a foreign environment. Communicating with others is important.

"Huh!?"

She glanced around unable to pinpoint where the voice had come from until it spoke again. She looked up to the top of the sign and just stared for a moment.

" You are simply easily startled. " He retorted, tone even. " No matter. Do you know where I can procure a better weapon than this? " He held his wooden version of the legendary sword Galaxia in the air. Frankly, he was offended that they not only gave him a wooden blade, but mocked him by making it a replica.