The creature was impossibly massive, its broad shoulders shuddering and its Adam’s apple bobbing as it tilted its head back, swilling the flames of the inferno that rose in its gullet.
At his side, he sensed the arrival of Wong and the unfamiliar tread of Dreamcaster’s bright red and white Soap branded trainers. Kanemura did not turn to greet them, his eyes staring intently up ahead at the tremendous monster above them.
“Impossible,” Dreamcaster murmured softly, reaching for his keyboard.
Gently, Hao Wong reached out and placed a restraining hand upon the other hero’s arm, his lips curled in a lop-sided smile beneath the bug-eyed masque he wore.
“Fall back, Dreamcaster,” he said, his voice firm and determined, “whatever you think you’re capable of, you’re not able to take on a karura-grande.”
Dreamcaster glanced from Hao’s masque to the hulking abomination towering above the buildings.
“B-But what about the people who live here?” he stammered in protest.
“This is USMDF’s fight now, not ours,” Wong continued.
Angrily, Dreamcaster shook his arm free of the older man’s grasp.