KrimzonKaiser
Stop Looking at My Hair...
As the newly-appearing mass of Kinclones began to swarm around the golden warrior, they raised their rifles and blasted madly against the one who stood against their onslaught. The blasts raised a large cloud of smoke and concrete as their blasts also met the ground in front of them. Nothing in the eyes of the foot soldiers but hatred as their wrath met their opponent.*the transformation of this challenger emitted a strong energy field that severely affected the systems of the jet. Its pilot, seeing a lost cause, ejected quickly, allowing the craft to slam into the building the girl was hiding beside. A non-Earthly fuel, alien metal parts and shrapnel showered down to the ground.
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The pilot is revealed to be a Kinclone, the mass-produced grunt force of the Wahrer's Android Army. With a squeaking whirr of its vocal programming, it summons more of its brethren. More Kinclones who had earlier deployed as part of the ground forces to dispose of police and soliders who had arrived to combat the alien threat, come running and, echoing the whirrs, surround the masked warrior. Raising their rifles, they open fire*
A minute had passed and nothing was left but smoke and silence. The Kinclones began to search the perimeter, in hopes of finding the remains of their fallen prey. However, a powerful gust of wind began to pick up from the ground, swirling through the concrete mist floating in the air. The force of the gust raised the Kinclones into the air, flailing in disbelief and shock as they did not expect the sudden change in gravity below their feet. One by one, the Kinclones would find themselves sliced apart without warning. As the number of raised Kinclones diminished, the last one in line began to scream and flail in its native tongue as it met eyes with the golden warrior, now sporting a blue left arm and a bladed bo staff.
The blue-gold warrior raised his bladed staff and swung it down, cleanly slicing the remaining Kinclone in half. Like the other soldiers, its body combusted and exploded shortly afterwards, leaving broken pieces of helmet and other body parts strewn on the street ground. The smoke cleared to reveal the warrior shining brightly. He raised his head as a light shone forth from his belt buckle, encircling him for several seconds. When the light disappeared, the blond Japanese youth stood in his place once more.
He quickly looked over towards the building where the Virtual Fighter had crashed. A mountain of debris that had fallen on top of the little girl he had tried to save, her little body now burning from the blaze of the fire resulting from the mix of the jet's fuel and the flames of its explosion. His jaw tightened as he bared his teeth in anger, unable to bear the pain of seeing something so disheartening and unfortunate. Clenching his fist, he raised it to the air and cried a cry of anguish and anger that rang out through the empty streets of the empty and lifeless Times Square.
