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Mothra sat atop her rock pedestal, listening to the soothing songs of the Cosmos. In this world of constant war and bloodshed even a goddess needed time away from her fellow monsters. Perhaps this time she would be able to get some actual rest without interruption.
Mothra’s head suddenly snapped up in attention. She could feel a disturbance on the normally peaceful shores of her island home. There was an intruder in her domain.
The Cosmos watched as the lepidopteron deity screeched and took to the air, flying out of her temple and toward the beach. There was no sign of another monster when Mothra arrived, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was sure she had sensed something – perhaps she was mistaken? Mothra was just about to leave when the ground burst open below her. The giant moth was caught by surprise and quickly ascended, avoiding the boxy jaws of her attacker. Mothra circled around to identify who or what she was dealing with, and for the briefest of moments thought she was looking at Godzilla.
Zilla looked up at Mothra, barring his teeth and directing a threatening hiss at the insect. He’d been wandering the waters of the Pacific for some time now, looking for new territory to claim as his own. Infant Island looked to be the perfect place to settle down on, but the mutant iguana hadn’t expected the island to already have an owner. Still, his opponent didn’t look that tough, and he wasn’t going to be intimidated so easily. He was also starving after his long voyage, and while insect wasn’t his preferred meal, Zilla wasn’t a fussy eater when it came to food.
Mothra began the battle, firing golden energy beams from her antennae upon Zilla. The mutant screamed out in pain as they tore into his hide, unable to do anything to stop Mothra’s assault. Mercifully, the beams stopped coming, only for Mothra to ram into Zilla, knocking him to the floor and clawing him with her many legs. Amidst the pain, Zilla lashed out with his hand and struck Mothra on the chest. Now it was her turn to experience pain as the lizard’s sharp claws sliced through her armour-less skin. Green blood stained the ground and Zilla’s claws as the great moth ascended out of the mutant’s reach. Zilla was quickly back on his feet and leapt at the rapidly ascending Mothra. The lepidopteran’s wings began beating faster, not only increasing her rate of altitude but creating fierce gusts of winds that swept the iguana away.
Zilla landed skilfully on all fours and quickly began digging away at the sand beneath him. Mothra quickly realized the lizard’s strategy and fired off another set of energy beams. Both beams struck the ground, just missing Zilla’s tail as he disappeared down a tunnel of his own making. Mothra fired beam after beam down the hole, illuminating the dark cavern with each blast. When the reptile refused to emerge, Mothra cautiously moved closer, inspecting the hole Zilla had made. A challenging chirp left her mandibles that echoed down the dark passage, hoping to gain some reaction from the Godzilla copycat. After a few moments, Zilla did not emerge, and Mothra decided that the beast had either retreated, was unconscious or dead. Content with her victory, Mothra began her ascent.
The surface of the beach exploded beneath Mothra. Zilla leapt out of the forming dust cloud, jaws wide open. Taken by surprise, Mothra quickly slammed her wings against the mutant iguana’s skull, dazing him long enough for her to escape. A frustrated moan left Zilla’s maw as he turned around to enter his tunnel, but Mothra wasn’t prepared to let him go so easily. He had defiled her home and he would pay the price for his actions. Swooping in low, the moth deity grabbed hold of the retreating lizard’s tail, dragging him kicking and screaming out of his would-be escape route. Mothra continued to drag Zilla across the ground, away from the beach and further inland. Zilla clawed at the ground as he was carried along, desperately trying to gain grip on the ground, but the speed and strength of his captor made the task impossible. Switching tactics, Zilla twisted himself around and let loose a blast of highly pressurised flammable gas from his maw. The pressure of the wind blast knocked Mothra off-balance, forcing her to release Zilla as she tried to correct her flight path.
Zilla looked up at Mothra, unsure of what to do next. Not possessing any ranged capabilities put him at a disadvantage and he knew it. Perhaps this fight wasn’t such a good idea after all. His fears were confirmed as Mothra began raining down antennae beams from above, blasting apart Zilla’s hide and the ground around him. Almost immediately, Zilla turned and fled, Mothra continuing to fire after him as she pursued. Now on the move, Zilla easily outran the great moth, outpacing the rail of destruction forming behind him. If the giant iguana wanted to have a chance of winning or retreating, he needed to find some cover, and fast. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a large mountain in the distance. That would do.
Zilla changed direction in an instant, sprinting toward the mountain before Mothra had a chance to follow. The irradiated iguana quickly dug into the mountainside, creating his own escape tunnel within mere seconds and burrowed deeper inside the mountain. Eventually, Zilla’s claws slashed through thin air as he broke his way into a large cavern. Zilla couldn’t hear Mothra anymore, but knew he was far from safe when he noticed the huge, gaping hole in the roof that allowed sunlight to illuminate the cave. With some time to formulate a new plan of attack, the mutation began looking around the cavern for potential hiding spots or escape routes in case the giant moth found her way in. Ancient man-made structures were carved out of and into the cavern walls, which were coated with paintings of Mothra. Zilla cocked his head in confusion, wondering what the nature of this place was. In the centre of the room was a large pedestal, carved out of rock like everything else in the cave. Zilla paid it no attention, instead focusing on the large, multi-colored sphere tucked to the side. Zilla cautiously crept closer, almost crushing the Cosmos underfoot as he approached the object. It looked like an egg, but Zilla was unsure. It looked too big to be one. The thing was almost as large as he was. Cautiously, he sniffed the sphere, immediately recognizing the scent of Mothra on it. Suddenly, the sphere moved, earning a shriek of surprise from the reptile. It was an egg. Mothra’s egg! Zilla had accidently dug his way into her temple. Panic filled the mutant’s mind as he envisioned all the possible deaths Mothra would provide if she discovered him in here. He quickly leapt atop Mothra’s pedestal and then jumped up toward the skylight.
Mothra rapidly approached the entrance to her cave temple, infuriated that she had let Zilla slip away so easily. While she couldn’t see Zilla, she could still sense the lizard and right now she could sense him inside her temple. She wasn’t about to let the mutation defile her home in such a way, and could only hope Zilla hadn’t had a chance to harm the Cosmos or her unborn child just yet. Just as she was about to enter, Zilla leapt out of the shadows. Both made a surprised sound, not expecting to encounter one another. Zilla crashed into the great moth, sending both tumbling down the mountainside, and when they stopped at the bottom, Mothra found herself pinned underneath Zilla. The spawn of atomic tests quickly took advantage of the situation, slashing and biting at the pinned insect’s thorax and wings. Zilla clamped his jaws around one of Mothra’s legs, causing the goddess to cry out in pain as he tore the appendage from her body and spat it out. The reptile’s claws, perfectly designed to dig through rock with ease, cut through Mothra’s fragile wings like a knife through warm butter. Mothra began to panic as her life force began to fade.
Zilla slashed at the deity’s chest once more, but was caught off-guard as Mothra’s two front legs grabbed his arm and began discharging energy into the limb. The mutant iguana roared in pain as Mothra’s holy energy scorched his arm, smoke rising off his skin as it burned. Pulling his arm free of her grasp, Zilla leapt off Mothra, nursing his injury. With a few strong flaps of her wings, Mothra took flight once more. Despite the damage Zilla had done to them, her tattered wings were still capable of providing lift. Mothra began to flap her wings faster, creating a small windstorm that knocked Zilla to the ground. Golden energy beams ravaged the mutant’s fallen form, drawing a pained moan with every strike. Mothra began to shed reflective scales and electricity from her wings, adding to the onslaught. By the time she ceased her barrage, Zilla’s body and the ground surrounding him was almost completely stained black. Chunks of skin had been vaporised, revealing patches of raw red flesh, and the stench of roasted flesh hung in the air. A weak groan escaped Zilla’s mouth as he weakly stood back up. Mothra had been more powerful than he’d anticipated, and now he’d not only lost his future home and meal, but almost lost his life as well. The mutant could only hope the lepidopteran deity would be merciful enough to let him leave.
But Mothra wasn’t finished with him yet.
Flying in closer, the mighty insect grasped Zilla by his head and began pumping energy into the mutant iguana’s skull. Exhausted from his ordeal, Zilla’s last reserves of energy were used to fuel his screams of agony as Mothra’s energy coursed through his brain. Mothra refused to let go even as the lizard fell to the ground, convulsing in agony. The irradiated reptile’s struggles quickly became weaker and weaker, until eventually they stopped altogether as Zilla went limp. Mothra released the lizard’s blackened head, observing the damage. The great lepidopteran’s attack had reduced Zilla brain to molten flesh, which was now oozing out of the mutation’s empty eye sockets, his eyes having been vaporised sometime during the discharge. The reptile looked dead, but Mothra fired a pair of energy beams that struck Zilla’s forehead just to be sure. The beast’s resemblance to Godzilla made her wary that it might share the same regenerative properties as the atomic saurian. Zilla didn’t respond, sending a wave of relief through the deity’s body. Her island and her egg were safe.
As she turned to return to her temple, Mothra sensed another disturbance. Something much, much stronger than Zilla was approaching, and fast. The mighty moth spun around to face her challenger. The shimmering form of Mechagodzilla slowly descended, touching down not too far away. The alien war machine let out a high-pitched screech from its maw, rotating its missile-tipped hands as it awaited the command to attack. Jikiro landed alongside the mechanical duplicate of Godzilla, the ground cracking open upon its touchdown, announcing its arrival with its own mechanical roar. They were here to exterminate Mothra and her offspring with extreme prejudice and raise Infant Island to the ground. Mothra gazed at the two automatons with worry. She had spent a lot of energy during her battle with Zilla and had sustained heavy damage herself. She wasn’t sure if she had the strength left to fend off her attackers. But she knew she had to. Not just for her life, but for the life of the Cosmos and her unborn child. As long as she could fight, Mothra would never give up.
With a challenging cry, Mothra charged Mechagodzilla and Jikiro as the two fired off their missiles and energy blasts, ready to defend her home and family to the last breath…
Winner: Mothra (Heisei)K.W.C. // August 1, 2019
Author: Landon Soto | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski
Weeks had passed since the battle with King Ghidorah, the world blissfully unaware of the fact that it had been saved from the unknown threat. The unlikely duo that drove away the golden dragon had gone their own separate ways. They had unfinished business, after all.
Goroshima Island; where it all began. The sun warmed the island as cool waves crashed against its shore. A familiar cream colored beast marched along the shore. Daigoro, the plush juvenile monster, stopped and stretched, feeling the warm sun rays on his soft skin.
Daigoro listened to the waves as they crashed against the rocks. But the serenity was brought to an abrupt halt as he heard powerful footsteps slowly getting louder. The pudgy monster turned to face the source, not surprised by who was making them. In the distance, a bulky blue behemoth lumbered over the hills and onto the beach, growling in anticipation.
Goliath, the blue star monster flexed his large hands. He had been waiting for this moment; no unnecessary distractions, or unwanted third wheels, just him and Daigoro, ready to settle the score once and for all.
Daigoro trudged up to Goliath, nodding his head. He knew how much this meant to the blue giant and he didn’t want to disappoint. The bumpy hippo monster stretched out his paw for a friendly handshake, but Goliath snarled and swatted it away. A bit disheartened, Daigoro respected Goliath’s choice; the two didn’t waste another moment. Backing up, they stared each other down, waiting for the other to strike.
Goliath, unable to contain himself, leapt forward, arms stretched out, wanting to pummel that irritating face of Daigoro’s. Daigoro easily sidestepped and rammed his left fist into Goliath’s gut, knocking the air out of the blue brute. The big blue space monster growled and elbowed Daigoro in the temple, staggering the plushy monster hero.
The blue space monster swiftly turned and clubbed Daigoro’s head with his large fists, easily knocking over the younger fighter. Daigoro grunted and picked himself up, just in time to dodge two blue fists slamming into the sand, Goliath roared and turned again, swiping the beach with his tail, sand shooting into the air.
Daigoro covered his eyes to try and block out the sand, which only left him open for another blue fist to strike his arms. The young hippo monster skid backward, putting down his arms, he charged at the blue rhino-like beast, jumping forward with his legs and landing a drop kick to Goliath’s head, toppling the horned monster.
Seizing the opening, Daigoro leapt onto Goliath’s chest and began battering his face with clenched fists. Goliath roared in pain as each fist collided with his face, every strike felt like being pelted with boulders. Unknown to Daigoro, a blue tail smacked into his bumpy back, knocking him forward. Goliath immediately bit into Daigoro’s squishy stomach, forcing the hippo hero to squeal in pain. Feeling more pressure being applied by the second, Daigoro made his right hand look like scissors and poked Goliath in the eyes, receiving a howl of pain. The pained Goliath released his bite.
Daigoro hopped off his blue foe, checking his stomach. Just a few teeth imprints, but the pain still radiated. Goliath snarled as he rolled onto his stomach and got up. His nasal horn crackled with energy as he turned to face Daigoro. The hippo monster knew what was coming.
A bolt of lightning fired from the yellow nasal horn, striking the ground in front of Daigoro, forcing sand to shoot into the sky. Daigoro yelped in pain as another lightning bolt struck his toes, the plush hippo monster grunted and began rubbing his stomach, causing it to glow red.
Goliath snarled, grabbing a seaside rock and hurling it at Daigoro. Unfazed, Daigoro closed his eyes and threw forth his right fist, causing the rock to shatter upon impact. Pieces of debris flew everywhere. Goliath grunted in shock but was instantly reminded of the fires dancing in Daigoro’s mouth as flames spewed forth. Goliath raised his chunky arms and tried to withstand the heat.
The sand in the surrounding area slowly turned to glass as the flames raged on. Goliath roared as he was pushed back, his skin started to peel and blister. Daigoro stopped his assault and charged up to Goliath. The blue beast tried to swat Daigoro, but the smaller cream colored juvenile easily evaded each lazy swing. Daigoro rammed his shoulder into Goliath’s chest forcing the blue brute to stagger back. Daigoro reached for Goliath’s ankles and forcefully pulled on them, causing the star monster to shriek in surprise as his back slammed against the warm beach.
Daigoro smirked and clutched Goliath’s tail; he slowly spun in place, dragging the blue behemoth around and slowly raised him up before finally letting go. Goliath groaned as he soared through the air, slamming into a rocky cliffside. The star monster spat out blood-soaked sand before propping himself up.
Daigoro hopped up and down before jumping forward again, his fists outstretched. But before he could strike, he was hit head on with a lightning bolt, immediately dropping him to the ground. The chubby juvenile squirmed as he tried to fight back, clutching the sand as he struggled, but Goliath was already upon him. Stopping the lightning bolt, Goliath jumped into the air, laying himself out and letting gravity do the deed. The plush juvenile turned onto his back, eyes widening as he saw Goliath drop back down. The stellar monster body slammed Daigoro, easily knocking the wind out of him.
Before Daigoro could get enough air, two blue meaty hands grasped his neck and began pumping him with electricity. Daigoro silently suffered as his body ached and twitched, foam spilled from his mouth as he choked on his spit.
Goliath relished the sight of his opponent’s agony, unaware of the red glow beneath him.
Sure enough, Goliath felt his hand get sweaty, making it easier for Daigoro to push them away. Goliath was surprised by the sudden resistance, but immediately understood what was happening as flames erupted from Daigoro’s maw. Boiling spit and searing foam flying everywhere forced Goliath off the tubby child monster, fumbling backward but still maintained some footing.
Goliath stared in awe as Daigoro coughed and wheezed, struggling to stand. His neck was raw, tears ran down his face, but he put up his fists and groggily charged the stellar monster. Goliath roared and charged as well. Goliath spun around and tried to whip Daigoro, but the heroic monster grabbed yanked it again, but Goliath was ready. His horned crackled with energy before his body flashed a bright blue. Daigoro immediately let go as he felt electricity surge through him again. He dropped to one knee, but was determined to not fall.
Goliath slowly turned and chuckled. His victory was almost at hand. However, Daigoro wasn’t out of the count yet. With all his remaining strength, Daigoro leapt forward again. Goliath raised his right arm in response to block the punch, but Daigoro wasn’t going for the punch. The whiskered juvenile put his power into one finger and swiped down on Goliath’s arm, the blue stellar monster suddenly howled in pain as he felt his bone crack, staggering backward as he tried to regain his composure.
Goliath stared daggers into Daigoro. What kept him going? Surely, any other monster would crumble from his awesome power. Goliath grunted; he felt something different, a smidge of respect for his opponent. The blue brute shook his head and prepared his electrical horn again, ready to give Daigoro a swift end. But Daigoro clenched his fists as the air warped around him, flames escaping his mouth.
Goliath snarled, he wasn’t about to make that same mistake twice. Goliath fired his lightning bolt, forcing the hippo monster to preemptively fire his heat ray. The two beams collided, struggling for dominance. Goliath poured every ounce of energy he could muster into the attack. Daigoro, although his legs were wobbly, remembered the cheers of the children. They gave him the confidence to defeat Goliath before, and he didn’t want to let them down this time. He remembered his father Mr. Saito, every other person who believed in him, and even his mother, who he vaguely remembered.
The young monster squeezed every last ounce of fire power he had; Goliath poured every last drop of energy into his lightning bolt. Before either knew it, a flash of white light engulfed them both. As the light faded, two forms were left standing. Daigoro, the orphan turned hero; Goliath, the space monster, blinded by revenge. Both stood tall, before Goliath tipped over. His body met with the beaches warm embrace. Daigoro fell to one knee. It took minutes, though it felt like hours, before Daigoro tried to stand using a nearby rock as a crutch.
Daigoro stood tall, raising his fist in air, like the wrestlers on the image box Mr. Saito showed him once. Slowly regaining his bearings, he knew he had won. He had made everyone proud, even if they weren’t here to see it.
The plush juvenile was exhausted, hungry, and hurting. He looked over to Goliath, who was breathing heavily, barely conscious. Daigoro limped toward the blue brute, who groggily looked at him, before looking away. Daigoro cracked a smile and stretched out his hand again. Goliath stared back, and strained to lift his left arm, holding onto Daigoro’s hand. Daigoro grunted as Goliath fumbled to stand, but he managed. Once standing, the two stared each other down. Then Goliath turned and lumbered away, wanting to rest.
He admitted defeat. He knew Daigoro could finish him off if he truly desired. The star monster hung his head in shame as he left the beach. The space monster was about to march over the hills, before feeling a pair of arms wrapped around him, stunned, the blue brute gazed down, seeing Daigoro give him a hug. He didn’t quite understand it, but he knew it was a sign of good sportsmanship.
Goliath grunted and shooed the child away, barking at the cream colored hippo monster, not to get too chummy just because he bested him in battle. Daigoro nodded his head. He knew Goliath wouldn’t change in a day, but it was a start. Their rivalry was still ongoing, and they would continue to better themselves.
As Goliath disappeared over the hills, Daigoro went back to his old resting spot, sitting down and appreciating the ocean view. Him and Goliath would clash again one day, but hopefully not for a long while. For now they would rest and enjoy the well earned peace and quiet.
As Daigoro, prepared to lay back and relax, his stomach growled something fierce. That was definitely something he couldn’t defeat. Oh well, he could go for lunch right about now anyways.
Winner: DaigoroK.W.C. // July 20, 2019
Author: KeSean Johnson | Banner: Landon Soto
Glimmering, beautiful lights lit up the overcrowded city. The land itself was full of excited life. Yet, during another dazzling night in Las Vegas, there was only one word that could describe the events occurring at that very moment: Chaos.
Terrified, citizens ran as fast they could and screamed their loudest. Vehicles honked their horns continuously as people ran in their way of driving. Gamblers in nearby casinos rushed themselves to gain the luxurious money they believed they so well deserved. The entirety of Sin City was in a state of panic.
The night sky was suddenly filled with airborne monstrosities. The reason why they converged on Las Vegas was unknown. All four kaiju flapped their gargantuan wings in order to stay afloat. They glared into one another’s eyes with shady intentions. The first was a creation of an ancient civilization who then went corrupt and attacked the world. It possessed navy blue flesh with shades of beige. Its bat-like wings and disturbing facial structure were definitely something to be afraid of. This creature was dubbed the “Shadow of Evil”. The second was the Lord of the Skies himself. An ancient predator who ruled the skies of the Earth. A lava red covered his body. Long veins were visible on his saurian wings. This menace only cared for dominance. The third was a majestic moth who’s only purpose was to protect. Soft, white fur with orange stripes consumed her frame while patterns of red, yellow, & black made up her wings. She was the “good”, but for every good was the bad. That “bad” took the armored form of the insect’s “brother”. A product of the Earth itself that became a vengeful demon. Black armor covered his body while crimson orbs protruded out of his abdomen. Lightning-like shapes of red filled half of his menacing wings.
The bloodthirsty Gyaos, the speedy Rodan, the guardian Mothra, and the vengeful Battra were ready to begin a dogfight that’d be one for the history books.
A quick burst of a sonic beam shattered the stare off and broke the silence. The monsters went into a frenzy. Crackling heat charged within Rodan’s three horns and the pteranodon vomited his uranium heat beam at every monster in sight, releasing pained chirps and shrieks from each of them. Mothra returned the favor and fired her pink colored antenna beams at the prehistoric menace. Battra blasted Rodan as well with his concentrated prism beams. The radioactive creature echoed out a bellowing cry of agony as tiny bits of burnt flesh fell from his body. Gyaos swooped in on Mothra and sank its sharp talons into her thorax, blood spilling from her new wounds. The guardian insect cried out in chitters of agony. When the Gyaos demon went for his next attack, Battra soared by and tackled him off of his sibling. The angered moth threw the Gyaos bird aside and blasted it in the back with his prism beams. Gyaos disturbingly shrieked in pain all while losing control of his flight. He needed to recuperate.
A spiraling beam of radiated power carved into Battra’s abdomen, catching him off guard and forcing a deep roar of agony to escape his mandible. Rodan flapped his mighty wings and began to peck at the armored insect. Its long beak bashed into his skull over and over. Small, flurries of sparks erupted as he bashed his cranium. Rodan was unrelenting. In a sudden flash, Battra blasted the pteranodon point-blank in the chest, sending him hurtling backward to recover. Mothra closed in on Battra’s location. When the furry moth flew over him, strands of gold lightning fired from her majestic wings and zapped her sibling all over. Battra twitched in pain and screeched continuously as his body was being electrocuted with no remorse. To speed up the process, Mothra shed golden scales from her wings, which singed and nearly paralyzed Battra’s nerves. Out of the blue, Rodan struck Mothra in her right wing with his magenta-hued blast made of uranium heat. The guardian moth chirped in sudden agony and seized her assault on Battra, letting him free.
Rodan dashed under her thorax and bit down onto one of her fluffy legs. The pteranodon spun in circles to dizzy the giant bug and succeeded in smashing her against her own sibling. The moth pair spiraled out of control but didn’t fall from the sky, they were only dazed from the rough impact. The Hyper Gyaos returned to battle, shrieking in horror before latching onto Rodan’s back and pecked at his skull. Now he had a taste of his own medicine. Rodan chirped in stinging irritation, trying his hardest to dislodge the savage bird. Mothra flew in and smacked the reptilian vulture with her left wing, causing it to swiftly, scurry away as it was disoriented. Two beams fired from her antenna and carved into Rodan’s flesh. The radiated beast angrily turned around and spammed his uranium heat beams onto the Infant Island Goddess. Mothra backpedaled from the scalding blasts, but fired off more antenna beams at the pteranodon. Battra soared through the battling duo and whacked them both with his dark wings.
He sent prism beams of plasma into Mothra’s thorax to scorch her fur and more into Rodan to do the same to his flesh. When he turned about 80 degrees to his right, the vicious Gyaos spat its energy beam composed of focused sound. The sonic ray shot through Battra’s left wing like tissue paper and shred a good chunk of it from the edge of the appendage. Battra’s lowered screeches of anguish escaped his mandible as he slowly fell from the night sky. His wings were still usable, so the armored moth carefully landed on top of a residential hotel to rest. Gyaos swooped down with its brilliant speed to go for the final blow, but Rodan used his excellent quickness to block off the bird and blasted it with his spiraling atomic ray. The flesh on Gyaos’ chest was cooked. With several hurricane flaps, Battra was back in the sky and grasped Rodan with his insect feet. Electrical surges zapped the pteranodon and burnt his skin. Battra flapped his wings as fast as he could and flew at his top speed. The vengeful moth released Rodan and let the prehistoric flyer to collide into the infamous Stratosphere building. With screaming tourists at the very top, the needle structure collapsed because of the force of Rodan’s collision. Both the building and the monster crashed to the ground below in a destructive manner.
The horrible Gyaos focused sound into his vile maw. With a terrifying shriek, the reptilian vulture released a sonic beam at Mothra. The devastating ray hacked her left antenna off of her head. Another quick burst of sonic energy and the beam carved a hole into the middle of her left wing. Mothra spun backward, agonizing chirps of anguish coming out of her brown mandible. Battra zoomed in on the Gyaos and held it captive as he singed its nasty flesh with his energy touch. Battra thought to himself, screw it why not? The armored insect bellowed chirps at Mothra. He was speaking to her in a language only they would know. Mothra listened to her younger sibling’s commands. Echoing out an angelic chirp, the guardian moth shed more golden scales from her massive wings. Battra tossed the helpless Gyaos into the pile of scales. Gyaos horribly shrieked in nerve-stabbing anguish. Once trapped, there was no escape. The flaps of its bat-like wings became slower and harder as its limbs painfully tightened. Mothra sent strands of electrifying lightning into the trapped bird to scar it even worse. A remorseless Battra fired countless prism beams into the scale payload. The purple energy rays dashed around in different angles until carving into the paralyzed Gyaos one by one. A deadly combination of prism beams, lightning, and paralyzing scales were all too much for the zombie-like reptile.
After about two minutes of unrelenting assault, the moth duo seized firing. The scales dissipated and a putrid stench rose into the air as the fried carcass of the Hyper Gyaos plummeted from the sky. The overcooked creature smashed into the surface below with a rumbling thud. Both Mothra and Battra released their respective cries of triumph to fill the night sky. They gazed into each other’s bulbous eyes and turned around to go their separate ways. As they flew away from one another, Battra wickedly twitched his head and clawed feet. He tried to control himself, but he couldn’t. The urge of vengeance was all that mattered most. Battra swiftly spun around and soared toward the exiting Mothra. He quickly flew above her and past her. A brilliant flash of orange energy consumed his form, zaps of electricity releasing. When the blinding flash faded, Battra plummeted fast in his larval form! The angry caterpillar smashed perfectly into Mothra’s body and sent her falling as well. The aching bug let forth a loud, chirping cry.
As quick as a speeding rocket, the monsters smashed into the streets below. A powerful shockwave of dust violently erupted. Battra completely crushed Mothra underneath his armored frame which broke his fall. The guardian moth was deep in an impact crater they’d created. Parts of her exoskeleton shattered beneath her fur. She painfully flapped her beautiful wings, saddening chirps of distress releasing from her mandible. Her baby blue eyes dimmed on and off like dying light-bulbs. All she ever wanted was to protect the Earth at all costs. She never wanted it to end like this, not by her own relative. Battra slithered off her demolished body. What kind of pitiful creature actually wanted to protect humans?! She was no sister to him. Only an arch-rival who got lucky in defeating him more than 12,000 years ago. That was payback for what she did to him. Another flash of orange illumination covered Battra’s body and the menacing insect was back in his imago stage. Battra flapped his evil wings to increase his altitude.
As he glared at his “sister” with disgust, the sounds of sonic zooming cluttered his ear holes. An atomic blast of scorching fury struck the top of his thorax. Rodan was back! Before Battra could even make his move, Rodan soared directly above him. The sharp spikes all over his torso scrapped Battra’s back ferociously. A blue flash shined and a series of singing sparks showered everywhere. The infuriated demon bellowed in agony as he began to plummet once again. Battra horribly crashed into a huge casino with greedy gamblers running around inside. Radioactive energies crackled within Rodan’s horns as they glowed with burning essence. The pteranodon vomited the ultimate barrage of uranium heat beams. The spiraling blasts of atomic properties smashed into Battra’s fallen form and the decimated rubble around him. With no remorse, Rodan unleashed blast, after blast, after blast until everything below him went up in sizzling flames. Singing fumes rose into the night sky. He couldn’t see anything beneath the destruction. There was no sign of Battra.
The glorious smell of awesome victory filled the nostrils in his beak. His opponents should have never counted out the quick trickster that Rodan was. With his three enemies down for the count, the radiated pteranodon dashed off into the dark horizon where the Moon was full, letting out that last mocking bellow.
It was all about dominance, and Rodan was dominant.
Winner: Rodan (Heisei)K.W.C. // July 11, 2019
Author: Zeb Dennis| Banner: Dao Zang Moua
It was night as the moon shined over Tokyo. But the city was in chaos as King Kong was attacking the metropolis. People were running for their lives as King Kong destroyed everything around him. Kong was smashing buildings, stepping on vehicles, and killing people. The Japanese Self Defense Force had sent in tanks, helicopters, and Type 88 SSMs to destroy the giant gorilla or force him to leave Japan; however, the weapons and the soldiers within them met their end, they were no match for the legendary beast. The only thing the weapons did to the giant ape was trigger him into a berserk state.
But why was King Kong here in Tokyo?
As King Kong continued his destruction in Tokyo, policemen, firemen, and soldiers were helping civilians evacuate the city. The scream of a woman caught the ape king’s attention, causing the beast to see a woman looking through a window in a nearby structure. The brown gorilla took a peek, wanting to examine the woman. He got a closer look and saw that she did not meet his standards of beauty, so Kong thrust his enormous hand into the room, ripping out the chunk of the building and sent woman plummeting to her doom. With a powerful heave, he pushed against the looming skyscraper and sent it falling to where it crushed fleeing refugees, upping the casualties and body count tenfold.
King Kong looked around, still seeking to find a place to call home, until he heard a familiar screech. It registered that it was not made by any living creature. He turned to see his mechanical double, Mechani-Kong, marching through Tokyo and heading toward him. The metal ape stopped at a distance, holding its arms up and screamed a digital roar at the living gorilla. King Kong’s brows narrowed, angry to see his old enemy. Drumming his chest with his fists, he roared back at the robotic primate.
Within his hidden lair in the North Pole, Dr. Who sat at his desk with his computer in front of him. On the monitor, Dr. Who saw King Kong and Tokyo through the cameras inside Mechani-Kong’s optical sensors.
“Kong, if I had known you would be this much trouble to catch, I would have sent Mechani-Kong to Mondo Island, instead of relying on that fool,” the doctor commented.
Dr. Who had hired a game hunter to capture King Kong, so the evil scientist could use the giant ape once again to mine for Element X. In spite of his success, knocking out the colossal ape with a non-lethal knockout gas, Kong broke free and took revenge against his captives. However, he was aimlessly drifting somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, and the closest island to swim to was Japan. By the time Kong reached Tokyo Harbor, the JSDF was already prepared to drive him back. In the wake of the bounty hunter’s failure, Dr. Who found out the primate had escaped, and thus sent Mechani-Kong in pursuit.
Just as Kong and his mechanical rival were about to start another one of their scuffles, they heard the sound of jets above them with a looming shadow overhead. The two gorillas looked up, witnessing two Shirasagis descend with a mechanized dragon tethered by two sets of cables. A robotic force made from the skeleton of the first Godzilla that devastated Tokyo in 1954, constructed by the JSDF to protect Japan from the second Godzilla and any other threat crawling out of the woodwork. The Shirasagi jets planted Kiryu into the wreckage left by Kong, firmly holding its own weight due to its mass, unhooking their cables from the cyborg titan.
Piloting within the Mechagodzilla was the beautiful Akane Yashiro. While the female pilot came here to fight King Kong, she was surprised to see his robot counterpart was here as well. From what Akane had heard, Mechani-Kong was an enemy of King Kong that was created by some mad scientist, and had caused trouble for Tokyo in the past. Akane couldn’t help but wonder if Mechani-Kong’s creator had something do with King Kong being in Tokyo. Either way, she knew both these gorillas needed to be taken down.
“Let’s show these monkeys what a real robot can do,” Akane said to Kiryu.
The Mechagodzilla responded to Akane by letting out a digital roar.
King Kong’s animal senses was telling him that this newcomer was a threat to him. The primate could see it was like Mechani-Kong, but at the same time, had the appearance of his other enemy, Godzilla. Whatever this new enemy was, King Kong wasn’t going to back down from it.
“So the Japanese Self Defense Force had sent their Mechagodzilla to interfere with my capture of Kong. No matter. This will only show the world how superior my Mechani-Kong is,” Dr. Who proclaimed as he glared at Kiryu on his computer. The evil scientist grabbed a microphone that allowed him to communicate with Mechani-Kong. “Mechani-Kong, destroy Kiryu, and complete your mission of bringing me Kong.”
Mechani-Kong let out a roar as it obeyed its master.
Before the three giants could start their battle, they heard a large roar that echoed across the city. King Kong, Kiryu, and Mechani-Kong looked at where the roar had come from. The three saw something far away, but it was heading toward them. However, Akane and King Kong recognized the roar as it belonged to Godzilla, but yet there was something different about it.
As the forth monster got closer, Akane and King Kong got a clear view of it, and both were shocked as they saw it wasn’t Godzilla. Well, not the Mutant Godzilla anyway. This monster happened to be the Ancient Godzilla.
Akane had heard about this Godzilla before. Where the first two Godzillas were once Godzillasaurs that were mutated by radioactivity, this ‘elder’ Godzilla was an ancient creature that had existed in a time before the dinosaurs. According to scientists, they believed the species of the Ancient Godzilla were ancestors of the Godzillasaurus family, which would explain why the Mutant and Ancient Godzillas were so similar. But unlike the Mutant Godzilla that caused destruction, the Ancient Godzilla was a symbol of nature that protects the balance of the planet from danger. One of the good monsters like Daigoro, Frankenstein, Gomora, King Caesar, Mothra, and Sanda.
However, Akane had seen footage of the Elder Godzilla causing damage in Hawaii and San Francisco while hunting for the MUTOs. This Godzilla was a loose cannon like Gamera. While the giant turtle defended the Earth, he caused mass destruction to cities and brought death to people just to kill the Shadow of Evil. In Akane’s mind, the Ancient Godzilla was a threat to humanity like the mutant one. A monster that needed to be destroyed.
Godzilla stopped at a far distance from King Kong, Kiryu, and Mechani-Kong. There was anger in Godzilla’s eyes as he looked at King Kong. The same thing was said for King Kong as his blood boiled at the site of this Godzilla.
Dr. Who could see the angry looks that Godzilla and King Kong were giving each other. “Hmm… There seems to be bad blood between these two.”
Unfortunately, Dr. Who was right. The reason why Godzilla came to Tokyo was because he sensed King Kong was there, as their species were natural-born enemies. Before, Godzilla had always thought the species of the giant gorillas had went extinct along with the rest of his kind. But like Godzilla himself, King Kong was the last member of his species that had survived for eons. Even though this was the first time the Ancient Godzilla and King Kong had met in this era, it was in their instinct to hate and to kill each other. It was why King Kong hated the Mutant Godzilla, as he saw the radioactive dinosaur as a shadow of his species’ true enemy.
While Godzilla kept his focus on King Kong, he noticed the two silver giants. Godzilla could see that one of them looked like King Kong, while the other one looked similar to his species. Even though Godzilla knew these were man made machines, he couldn’t help but feel there was something more about the one that was like his kind. It was as if Godzilla was sensing that the robot was another one of his species, or at least one of his descendants. The King of the Monsters didn’t know how something like that was even possible.
Unknown to the Ancient Godzilla, the spirit of the First Mutant Godzilla was inside Kiryu as the bones of the dinosaur were built inside the Mechagodzilla.
Godzilla inhaled deeply before he let out a loud roar at the three giants that seemed to go on for an eternity. While Kiryu and Mechani-Kong showed no emotions to the roar, Akane stayed brave. However, she couldn’t help but feel a chill up her spine. As for King Kong, the only thing Godzilla’s loud roar did to him was build up his rage. Kong let out his own roar and beat down on his chest before he came charging at Godzilla.
The fins on Godzilla’s back glowed blue as he opened his mouth and fired his atomic ray at the incoming gorilla. But King Kong ducked under the ray, and as he got closer to Godzilla, he punched the ancient beast below the jaw, shutting off the beam. Godzilla roared in pain and anger. Godzilla stopped another of Kong’s punches by grabbing onto his arms. Then, the alpha predator slammed his head into Kong’s skull, causing the great ape to cry in pain. Godzilla used his foot to kick King Kong in the stomach and knocked the giant gorilla down to his back.
“Mechani-Kong! I need Kong alive! Don’t let Godzilla kill him!” Dr. Who ordered his creation.
After Godzilla kicked King Kong to the side and made the primate roll across the ground, Mechani-Kong got behind the ancient reptile. The metal gorilla grabbed one of its grenades on his belt and threw it at Godzilla. As the grenade hit against Godzilla’s back, it exploded, causing the ancient creature to roar in pain. Godzilla turned around and fired his atomic ray at Mechani-Kong. The robot ape let out a digital roar as the atomic ray slammed against its chest and knocked the machine down to the ground.
Before Godzilla could make another attack on Mechani-Kong, he felt something grab onto his tail. Godzilla turned his head to see King Kong yanking on the appendage. Godzilla’s eyes narrowed in anger and he used the strength in his tail to swing King Kong to the left and made the giant primate roll across the ground, until he crashed into a building. While Godzilla was looking at Kong, Mechani-Kong came in and punched the monster king in the side of his face. Godzilla roared angry as he turned to Mechani-Kong and used his jaws to bite in between the robot’s head and right arm. The monster’s teeth sliced through the ape’s armor, creating sparks within the behemoth’s jaws. Mechani-Kong used its left hand to grab Godzilla’s neck and hammered down on top of the monster’s head with the other, trying to get itself free of the kaiju’s grasp.
“Time to show them what you can do, Kiryu,” Akane commented aloud as the Mechagodzilla fired the payload of its two shoulder launchers. King Kong got up and was going to attack Godzilla and Mechani-Kong, until the rockets exploded against all three of them. Godzilla and King Kong cried out in pain, while Mechani-Kong ended up falling to the ground, letting loose a muffled, sonic cry. Godzilla turned to face Kiryu and fired his atomic ray at the Mechagodzilla. Kiryu let out a digital cry as the beam slammed against his chest and pushed him backward. Akane held on as the cockpit shook due to the beam attack. After Godzilla ended his ray, Kong came in charging at Kiryu. Before Akane had time to react, Kong’s body slammed against Kiryu, and the two slammed into the ground with a climatic boom.
Godzilla snarled in contempt, contemplating his next move until Mechani-Kong lunged atop his backside. Mechani-Kong wrapped its left arm around Godzilla’s neck and hammered away at the monster’s head with his mechanical fists. Godzilla roared as he tried to shake Mechani-Kong off him, but the robot refused to relinquish its grip. After grabbing Mechani-Kong’s left arm, Godzilla flipped the robot off his body and slammed the machine down to the ground on its back. Mechani-Kong sensors refocused merely to discover Godzilla’s foot descending on its head. With his processors assessing the danger of letting the strike hit, Mechani-Kong focused all of its power on rolling out of the way, allowing Godzilla’s foot to hit the ground instead.
Kiryu was down on his back, while King Kong was sitting on top of him. The Eighth Wonder of the World was hammering his fists down on Kiryu’s chest.
“Get off of us, you damn dirty ape!” Akane yelled as she made Kiryu hold his hands to King Kong’s chest and unleash a barrage of his wrist’s laser cannons. King Kong roared in pain as the yellow lasers exploded against his chest, which forced him off and away from the metal monster.
After Kiryu got back up to his feet, he unloaded another set of rockets at the giant primate, lighting the cityscape aflame. King Kong roared in pain as fire washed across his body from every direction. The ape came in charging and wrapped his arms around Kiryu, pinning the cyborg’s arms to his body. Kiryu roared as he felt bones slowly cracking from King Kong’s strength. Akane knew Kiryu was taking damage as sparks flew out of the walls of the cockpit, but how could she break free?
The electric blade? No, it would strengthen Kong. The Maser could do the same. Maybe, offense wasn’t what she needed. Soon Akane came up with an idea as she extended the thrusters in Kiryu’s legs.
The boosters across Kiryu’s body all lit up in unison. The Mechagodzilla burst into the sky with a thunderous echo, King Kong still holding onto him with eyes wide with shock. The mighty living god roared in confusion as both titans were launched into the sky. The ape kept his grip tight on the robot monster, refusing to release him and fall to his doom. Kiryu finally stopped as he reached the highest altitude he could attain.
“You’re going down!” Akane yelled at Kong as she launched missiles from the sides and back of the rocket pack. However, all the missiles went past King Kong, which made the ape wonder why Kiryu would miss him, since he was so close to the robot. King Kong got his answer as they turned around and exploded against the gorilla’s back. King Kong roared into the heavens, letting go of Kiryu from the sheer agony, falling toward the city. Akane watched in awe the beast struggle on its fall before crashing through a skyscraper.
Godzilla and Mechani-Kong’s bodies slammed against each other, but the robot gorilla soon found itself being pushed backward by the ancient beast. Mechani-Kong tried to stop itself from moving, but no matter how hard it tried, Godzilla kept on pushing. Mechani-Kong’s feet was tearing up the roads and knocking away vehicles. Finally, Mechani-Kong’s eyes flashed, unleashing bright lights right into Godzilla’s eyes. The predator let out a roar as the lights blinded him. He ceased pushing Mechani-Kong as he covered his eyes. Even after Mechani-Kong turned off the lights, Godzilla was having trouble seeing straight as spots appeared before his vision.
Taking this opportunity, Mechani-Kong began punching Godzilla like a punching bag. Godzilla roared in pain as he tried to back away from Mechani-Kong, but the ancient monster couldn’t escape the metal fists as the robot gorilla moved forward and kept on punching away at the giant reptile. Mechani-Kong grabbed Godzilla by the head, and slammed its metal head against the monster’s forehead.
Before Mechani-Kong could attack Godzilla some more, Kiryu came flying down from the sky, and dive-bombed the robot ape and ancient reptile down to the ground. Kiryu flew back up in the sky, and turned around to look down at the downed duo. As Godzilla’s vision cleared up, he and Mechani-Kong stood back up and looked up at Kiryu. The Mechagodzilla used the rocket pack to fire rockets down at the King of the Monsters and the creation of Dr. Who. Godzilla and Mechani-Kong let out roars as the rockets rained down upon them, causing explosions against their bodies and setting the landscape ablaze.
Mechani-Kong used his right hand to grab two grenades and throw them at Kiryu. The Mechagodzilla let out a digital cry as the grenades exploded against his body, but the robot clone managed to stay up in the sky. Kiryu returned the favor by firing more rockets down upon Godzilla and Mechani-Kong, but before the rockets could reach their targets, Godzilla fired his atomic ray up at the bombs and destroyed all of them with one shot. The atomic ray didn’t stop there and crashed into Kiryu. The force and power of the beam was so strong that it knocked the Mechagodzilla out of the sky. Akane yelled as Kiryu crashed down to the ground at a far distance from Godzilla and Mechani-Kong.
Mechani-Kong let out a digital roar as it marched toward Kiryu to attack him. but Godzilla had other plans as he fired his atomic ray at Mechani-Kong’s back, knocking the robot gorilla down. Sensing no further threat from the machine, Godzilla headed for Kiryu and went past Mechani-Kong, his tail smashing the back of the metal ape’s head.
By the time Kiryu got up, Godzilla used his jaws to bite into the robot’s neck. Kiryu roared as sparks ignited within Godzilla’s maw.
“You want to fight dirty?” Akane growled.
A large blade burst out of Kiryu’s right wrist gauntlet and stabbed Godzilla in the abdomen, causing the Monster King to let go of the Mechagodzilla’s neck as he roared in pain. Kiryu discharged electricity through the blade, engulfing both in a storm of electrical bolts.
Mechani-Kong was getting up to join the fight between the Godzilla’s, until King Kong jumped on its back and knocked the robot back to the ground. King Kong bellowed in contempt of his mechanical doppelganger and hammered his fists down on Mechani-Kong’s back. Under a barrage of thunderous blows, the machine ape performed a pushup and swung his right arm back to hit King Kong’s head, knocking the gorilla off the robot. After Mechani-Kong got up, he began stomping his right foot down on Kong’s chest, causing the Eighth Wonder of the World to roar in pain. Kong finally grabbed Mechani-Kong’s foot and rolled his body to the right, dragging the artificial ape to the ground.
As Godzilla was electrocuted by Kiryu, the Monster King reached out and grabbed the blade. As he pulled it out of his stomach, Godzilla held onto the blade as it still discharged electricity through his body, and brought it up close to Kiryu’s face. Godzilla used his hand to break the blade like a twig, which ended the electric attack. Akane was so shocked by what happened to the blade, she didn’t react in time as Godzilla fired a powerful atomic ray that blew Kiryu away, and sent the Mechagodzilla sliding across the ground.
King Kong was knocked backward by Mechani-Kong, his back slamming against a building. Mechani-Kong came in charging at King Kong and was going to punch him. But King Kong jumped out of the way, and Mechani-Kong punched the building instead, with its arm going inside of it. After Mechani-Kong got its arm out of the building, it came charging at King Kong again.
This time, King Kong and Mechani-Kong locked their hands against one another, the earth beneath their heels shattering from the immense force. Mechani-Kong swung its leg up and kicked King Kong in the stomach, breaking the hand lock as King Kong’s maw swung open, all the air venting from his lungs in a violent burst. Mechani-Kong swung its arm to hit King Kong, but the Eighth Wonder of the World grabbed the metal limb and swung the robot down to the ground onto its back. King Kong got down on Mechani-Kong and beat away at the machine, until the robot punched the giant animal off his body.
Both King Kong and Mechani-Kong got up and moved away from each other. Mechani-Kong grabbed a grenade and threw it at King Kong, which exploded against his chest, causing the living monster to cry out in pain. As Mechani-Kong marched toward King Kong, the Eighth Wonder bent down to grab the machine by its legs and flipped his doppelganger over to the ground. Kong turned around to attack Mechani-Kong, but the robot got up quickly and wrapped its arm around Kong’s arm and wrist. The primate roared as Mechani-Kong gave him a crushing bear hug. Kong tried to free himself, but couldn’t break the robot’s hold. So King Kong reached down and grabbed one of Mechani-Kong’s grenades and dropped it down on the robot’s foot. It exploded, making the machine loose its balance and let go of the gorilla. Now free, King Kong punched Mechani-Kong in the face, knocking the robot backward.
Kiryu opened his maw and unleashed a concentrated blast of his Maser cannons, but to Akane’s shock, Godzilla countered with his own blast. The atomic ray pieced through the maser with ease, engulfing Kiryu in a vale of smoke and fire. Godzilla roared in victory, turning his attention away until missiles rained down upon his position again. As the smoke faded, Godzilla gazed back to discover Kiryu, and if he could see through its damaged armor, he would discover the confident smirk of Akane.
“You wanna dance? Let’s dance!”
Akane activated all six of Kiryu’s main rocket boosters. Godzilla cried in surprise, but caught the flying robot, sliding backward from the immense amount of force. Building after building fell as Godzilla rocketed through it, until a large enough pile finally halted Kiryu’s charge. With a roar, Godzilla slammed the MechaGodzilla down upon the ground and grabbed its tail. With a mighty heave, Kiryu carved through an entire city block until resting in a pile of rubble.
After Mechani-Kong punched Kong across the face, the Eighth Wonder bent down to grab the machine by its wrist. Before Mechani-Kong could counter, King Kong slammed its doppelganger head first through a building, its going wide as it discovered Kiryu’s buried form on the opposite side. The might ape took a few steps back merely for a roar to capture his attention.
Godzilla and King Kong looked at each other, noting that the other had beaten their mechanical doppelgangers. Now it was time for the Kings to settle their ancient rivalry.
Kong beat down on his chest before he came charging at Godzilla. The King of the Monsters roared as he lumbered forth as well. After Kong went past Kiryu and Mechani-Kong, he and Godzilla slammed their bodies against each other. Godzilla used his right hand to grab King Kong’s right arm, while the ape repeated the action with his free hand. The two kings tried to get their arms free as well as push their bodies against each other to overpower their rival, but sheer willpower ensured no monster gave an inch.
Godzilla got his arm free and used both his hands to push Kong away. Then the Monster King turned around and used his tail to hit Kong in the chest. The blow sent the ape sliding along the ground on his back. Kong got back to his feet in an instant and made a run toward Godzilla. Then the gorilla body slammed Godzilla and pushed the alpha predator against a nearby building. Kong grabbed Godzilla by his neck and right arm and threw the Monster King down onto his chest. The primate bent down to grab the back of Godzilla’s head and began to slam the reptile’s face into the ground, creating an impression of the Monster King’s face with every earth shattering strike.
Kiryu and Mechani-Kong gradually arose from their early graves merely to discover the other. Without losing a second, each charged toward the other. The robotic creatures locked their hands against one another, trying to push each other to the ground. Mechani-Kong broke the hand-lock to punch Kiryu in the chest. The Mechagodzilla returned the favor, swiping its claws across Mechani-Kong’s chest. Then Kiryu turned around to swing his tail to hit Mechani-Kong, only for the robot primate to duck under it. As Kiryu turned around, Mechani-Kong swung its left hand to punch the Mechagodzilla, only for the metal reptile to block it with his right arm. However, Mechani-Kong was able to use its right hand to punch Kiryu so hard that it knocked the robot dinosaur backward. Mechani-Kong came rushing at Kiryu, but the robot reptile swung his tail and hit the metal Kong, which sent the silver ape crashing into a building.
“It’s time to put this tin can on ice,” Akane stated as she activated the Absolute Zero Cannon.
Kiryu’s chest opened up and three yellow bolts of energy appeared. After Mechani-Kong got up, he saw the bolts morph into a bright, blue orb of light. Dr. Who watched on his computer as the blue orb grew bigger, radiating a blue aura around the Mechagodzilla’s chest. The evil scientist was worried now, remembering the test footage of the chilling results of the Absolute Zero Canon.
Dr. Who yelled into the microphone, “Mechani-Kong! Don’t let Kiryu fire that weapon!”
Mechani-Kong grabbed two grenades and threw them at Kiryu. As the grenades hit Kiryu’s opened chest, the bombs exploded, causing the Mechagodzilla to roar, as the blue orb disappeared.
On Akane’s monitor, a message appeared, describing the damage sustained to the Absolute Zero Cannon.
Akane gritted her teeth. “You may have stopped the Absolute Zero Cannon, but you still won’t beat Kiryu!”
After Kiryu closed his chest, the cyborg unleashed a bust of his wrist laser cannons at Mechani-Kong. The silver Kong roared as the yellow lasers exploded against his body. After that, Kiryu bent down, fire engulfing everything behind it as the rocket pack launched off his back and at Mechani-Kong. But before the rocket pack could reach its target, Mechani-Kong dodged out of the way allowing it to fly out of sight.
Godzilla and King Kong angrily growled at the other as both caught their respective breaths. The King of the Monsters ceased his bellows when a gradual hiss neared his location. Before either could react, their battleground ignited into a blaze which consumed them both, launching a monstrous plume of fire straight into the air.
As Dr. Who watched Mechani-Kong fight Kiryu, he looked at the bottom right hand corner of his computer to see the loading bar. During the four-way battle, Dr. Who had been hatching another scheme. The evil scientist smiled as the bar reached 100%.
Mechani-Kong roared as it was pushed back by the cyborg’s Maser cannons, but without warning Kiryu ceased its attack. Akane scrambled to correct the error, cursing under her breath as she tried to access the control panel.
“What? Why did you stop, Kiryu?” Akane asked as she tried to get Kiryu to fire again. “What’s going on?”
Suddenly, the screen on Akane’s monitor changed, showing Dr. Who himself. “I’m sorry my dear, but I’m afraid you’re no longer in control of your Mechagodzilla.”
At first Akane was shocked, but anger quickly morphed into rage. “Who are you?!”
“I’m am the genius behind Mechani-Kong. I am Dr. Who!” he proclaimed.
“Funny, I thought you were British?”
“Very funny,” Dr. Who growled sarcastically.
“What have you done to Kiryu?” Akane asked.
“It is simple, my dear. I have planted a virus into Kiryu’s system. Your Mechagodzilla is now my weapon, and it will only obey me as his new master,” Dr. Who explained with confidence.
Akane was mixed with shock and anger. “I don’t know how you did it, but I will find some way to free Kiryu of your control.”
“You are welcome to try. But until then, enjoy the ride.” With those words, the screen changed, showing Mechani-Kong once again.
Dr. Who, now able to talk to Kiryu with the microphone he used to communicate with Mechani-Kong, spoke to the metal saurian. “Kiryu, this is your new master. Your orders are to help Mechani-Kong to fight both Godzilla and King Kong. You can kill Godzilla, but I want Kong alive.”
Kiryu let loose a metallic roar in obedience to his new master.
Kong swung his right arm to punch Godzilla in the face, but the alpha predator dodged and bit into the ape’s arm. Kong roared in pain and anger as Godzilla’s teeth cut into his arm. The Eighth Wonder of the World grabbed Godzilla by his neck and was able to push the reptile down to the ground. After getting his arm free, Kong sat on top of Godzilla and grabbed hold of the Monster King’s jaws. Godzilla grabbed Kong’s arm, trying to get his jaws free, but the primate began to slowly pull them apart; however, Godzilla was doing his best to keep his mouth from breaking. Kong kept on trying to pull Godzilla’s jaws apart, until he saw a blue light building up inside the Monster King’s mouth. Before Kong could react, Godzilla fired his atomic ray, not only burning the gorilla’s fingers, but hitting the ape in the chest and knocking him off the alpha predator.
Godzilla licked his teeth as he arose and roared at the fallen, smoking ape of its foolish move. Godzilla readied to finish the battle until two grenades came flying through the air, each hitting a side of the monsters and exploding against the two giants. The two ancient giants roared in pain and turned to where the grenades had come from. Far away from the duo stood Mechani-Kong and Kiryu, standing side-by-side. The living monsters were surprised to see the two metal giants had teamed up. Kiryu pointed his arms at the two monsters, firing his wrist mounted laser cannons at them. Godzilla and Kong roared in pain as the scorching blasts exploded against their chests.
Kong jumped at the pair through the barrage and smashed his fists into the robot’s chests, knocking them backward. Kiryu rushed at Kong to punch the ape, but the Eighth Wonder was fast enough grab the metal arm. After Kong turned around and swung Kiryu down to the ground, Mechani-Kong grabbed the primate’s shoulders from behind. While Mechani-Kong was holding Kong still, Kiryu got up to attack the living ape. However, Kong used his left foot to kick Kiryu away, before swinging his arms back and knocking Mechani-Kong away. Kiryu swung out to punch Kong, only for the gorilla to block it with his hand. The Mechagodzilla tried to complete the task with his other fist, but King Kong ducked under it, rushing behind Kiryu and slamming both fists into the robot dinosaur’s back, knocking the machine away from him.
Mechani-Kong tried to punch Kong, only to be blocked like Kiryu had been by the ape’s palm. However, Mechani-Kong was able to use his other fist to punch Kong in the face, punching the ape to the ground. As he stood, Kong found himself surrounded, with Mechani-Kong in front of him and Kiryu behind him. Kong turned around to attack the metal Godzilla as Kiryu turned around and used his tail to hit the island god in the chest, sending him tumbling toward Mechani-Kong. The robot ape punched Kong in the face so hard that it sent the gorilla flying toward Kiryu again. The Mechagodzilla punched Kong’s chest, which knocked the primate away, sending him rolling across the ground, away from the metal monsters.
Inside Kiryu’s cockpit, Akane was working on the control panel, trying to get the Mechagodzilla to obey her again. But no matter what she did, Kiryu wouldn’t follow her orders. Suddenly, Akane felt the entire mech shudder as Kong rammed his shoulder into the cyborg’s back, knocking the Mechagodzilla to the ground. Tired of the ape’s insolence, Kiryu fired its Maser cannon at the primate. Kong roared as the beams pushed him away from Kiryu. But then he felt himself getting stronger as his body absorbed the electric attack.
Akane looked at her monitor, her eyes going wide with worry. “Kiryu, stop! You’re only making him stronger!”
But it was too late.
Kong pushed his way through the beams as he marched toward Kiryu. When he got close enough, he threw a punch at Kiryu’s chest. As soon as his fist made contact, yellow electricity appeared from his hand that sent an electric shock through the Mechagodzilla’s system. Kiryu turned off the Maser cannons as he let out a roar and was knocked backward.
Kong looked to his hand, watching golden bolts course across his fingers. His hand exploded in power as he closed it into a fist, ready to smash all who stood in his way.
Kiryu came at King Kong and grabbed the ape’s shoulder. King Kong grabbed Kiryu’s arms and sent electricity surging through the Mechagodzilla’s limbs. Since Kiryu was made of metal, the electricity was easily conducted across his body, electrocuting his system. Kiryu roared and pulled his arms free from the ape’s grip. This gave Kong an idea. The ape wrapped his arms around Kiryu and sent electricity from his hands coursing through the Mechagodzilla’s body. Kiryu roared as his circuits were fried and tried to break free, but Kong’s grip was too strong. Akane yelled as sparks flew across the cockpit. As Kong pumped more electricity into Kiryu, the robot’s yellow eyes went dark. Akane looked around to see everything in the cockpit powering down as Kiryu went offline. After Kong let go of Kiryu, the Mechagodzilla ended up falling to the ground. King Kong beat down on his chest and let out a victory roar over the defeat of one of his three opponents.
Godzilla and Mechani-Kong rushed toward one another. Mechani-Kong jumped up at Godzilla and hammered down on the Monster King’s head with its fist, knocking the reptile down to the ground. The metal primate grabbed Godzilla’s neck and pulled the lizard back up, punching Godzilla twice in the face, before a third punch knocked the ancient beast back to the ground. Godzilla looked to see he was near a construction site, and there he saw a tower crane. The ancient monster grabbed the crane while he was getting up, tearing it from its foundation. Mechani-Kong was about to attack Godzilla until the King of the Monsters swung the crane across the robot’s face. Godzilla swung the crane again, the crude weapon breaking apart after hitting Mechani-Kong’s face again, but it was enough to make the mechanical monster fall onto its hands.
Mechani-Kong saw two buses near him, and grabbed each of them while getting itself back up. With the bus in its right hand, Mechani-Kong punched Godzilla in the face. It followed up by slamming the buses into both sides of Godzilla’s head, causing the monster to roar in pain, while the vehicles fell apart in the robot’s hands. Mechani-Kong kicked Godzilla in the stomach, before it grabbed the Monster King by the neck and threw the reptile to the ground.
Before Mechani-Kong could attack Godzilla some more, Kong grabbed the machine from behind, surging electricity from his hands into the robot’s body. Mechani-Kong roared as it sensed its circuits getting electrocuted. Kong hoisted Mechani-Kong over his head and threw the metal ape into a building. As Godzilla tried to get up, King Kong grabbed the lizard’s tail and sent electricity through it. Godzilla roared in pain as the crackling power surged through his form. While still sending electricity through the tail, King Kong began to spin Godzilla around, thanks to his charged-up strength. After picking up momentum, the god ape let go of Godzilla, sending the alpha predator crashing to the ground.
After Godzilla got up, he looked angrily at King Kong as he remembered the giant ape species’ ability to absorb electricity. Godzilla looked past Kong to see Kiryu on the ground, not moving. There was no doubt to Godzilla that Kong had been charged-up from Kiryu’s electric attacks.
Kong beat his chest before he came charging at Godzilla. As Godzilla and King Kong’s bodies slammed against each other, the Eighth Wonder discharged electricity from his hands; however, Godzilla did his best to hold his ground against the empowered ape.
After Mechani-Kong got up, it noticed Godzilla and Kong standing in front of a very large building. This gave Mechani-Kong an idea. The silver ape used its hands to grab four grenades and threw them at the building. After Godzilla pushed Kong down, the grenades exploded against the building. Kong looked up in time to see the upper part of the building coming down. The giant gorilla rolled away, but Godzilla wasn’t as lucky as the top of the building fell on top of him, burying him in rubble.
When Kong got up, he noticed Mechani-Kong, and went charging at his doppelganger. But Mechani-Kong was ready for King Kong, as the robot used the light bulb on top of its head to emit the hypnotic light. Kong stopped in front of Mechani-Kong as he saw the flashing light. Remembering what it had done to him, Kong tried to look away from it, but it was too late. King Kong couldn’t take his eyes off the hypnotic light. He could not fight it any longer, falling into a hypnotic state.
Dr. Who smiled as he saw King Kong was now his slave. “At last, Kong is mine.” But Dr. Who’s victory was cut short as he heard the sound of rubble moving from his computer. King Kong and Mechani-Kong looked to see Godzilla bursting out of the rubble. Godzilla let out a roar and looked around for his enemies, only to be surprised to see Kong and Mechani-Kong standing next to each other, instead of fighting one another.
“That foolish Godzilla doesn’t know when to give up. It’s too bad the hypnotic light only works on Kong. Otherwise Godzilla would be my slave as well,” Dr. Who grumbled. Then the evil scientist thought of something. “If Mechani-Kong and Kong killed Godzilla, then the world would fear me.” He hurriedly grabbed the microphone.
Mechani-Kong opened his mouth, which revealed speakers in it. “Kong, this is your master speaking. I want to you and Mechani-Kong to beat Godzilla to death,” Dr. Who commanded through the speakers.
King Kong roared as he obeyed Dr. Who.
Mechani-Kong and Kong went charging at Godzilla. After Godzilla pulled himself out of the rubble, he fired an atomic ray. The beam stopped Mechani-Kong in his tracks, but Kong kept on charging. As the distance was closed Kong grabbed on Godzilla’s left arm restraining it as he bit into the limb. Godzilla roared and punched Kong in the face, getting his left arm free from the humanoid’s mouth. Before Godzilla knew what happened, Mechani-Kong punched him in the face. Joined by Kong, the primate duo turned Godzilla’s body and slammed his back against a building. Kong used his fingernails to scratch the left side of Godzilla’s face. Godzilla opened his mouth to fire his atomic ray, but Mechani-Kong grabbed Godzilla’s jaws and forced them shut, stopping the ancient beast from firing the beam. The Monster King lashed out in response, catching Kong’s head and slammed the ape’s skull against Mechani-Kong’s head. After Mechani-Kong fell down, Godzilla grabbed Kong by his waist, picked him up and threw him to the ground. Kong tried to get up, but Godzilla stomped down on the primate’s chest. However, Kong grabbed Godzilla’s right leg and sent electricity into the limb. Godzilla roared in pain before Mechani-Kong punched him and knocked him off Kong.
Back inside Kiryu, Akane did everything she could to get the Mechagodzilla back online. “Come on, Kiryu! You’re going to let some crazy guy and an overgrown monkey get the best of us?!” Akane yelled as she slammed her fist on the control panel.
After Godzilla stumbled back, Mechani-Kong was on one side of the Monster King, hammering his metal fists on him, while Kong was on the other side, punching the lizard with electrically-charged strikes. Godzilla was in too much pain to formulate a counter-attack, letting out an agonized cry.
While Kiryu was still in his powered-down state, Godzilla’s roar echoed in his mind. Memories of the First Mutant Godzilla echoed within Kiryu’s computer brain. Memories of living peacefully in the ocean, attacking Tokyo, and being killed by the Oxygen Destroyer.
Kiryu’s eyes lit up, their color changed from yellow to red. Inside the cockpit, all the power came back on, but before Akane could do anything, she felt Kiryu getting up on his own.
After Kiryu got back up, he saw Mechani-Kong and King Kong holding Godzilla by his head and feet. Both primates threw the Monster King, sending him rolling across the ground. The Mechagodzilla let out a loud, Godzilla-like roar at the two gorillas. Akane was shocked when she heard the roar, and knew it could be only one thing: Kiryu’s Godzilla side had been awoken.
King Kong and Mechani-Kong heard the roar as well, and turned around to see Kiryu was back up. Kiryu activated his four remaining boosters and came flying toward the two gorillas. Before Kong and Mechani-Kong could do anything, Kiryu flew in between them with his arms hitting their faces, knocking them down.
Dr. Who was shocked by Kiryu’s actions, and grabbed the microphone. “Kiryu, what are you doing?! Kong and Mechani-Kong are on your side! Stop attacking them!” Unfortunately for Dr. Who, Kiryu was acting on his own, as his Godzilla side had overridden the mad scientist’s computer virus.
Kiryu grabbed hold of Kong’s and Mechani-Kong’s feet and carried the two gorillas up in the air. The Mechagodzilla spun the ape duo around before he let go of them, sending the apes crashing to the ground together.
Kiryu landed next to Godzilla, who was still lying on the ground. Godzilla looked up at Kiryu, waiting for the metal giant to attack him. But to Godzilla and Akane’s surprise, Kiryu grabbed the ancient creature’s arm and pulled the monster back onto his feet. Godzilla wondered why Kiryu would help him back up. Godzilla got his answer as Kiryu roared. At first, Godzilla was shocked as the machine made a roar that was similar to the one his species used. But not only that, but due to Kiryu’s Godzilla side, the Monster King could sense the robot was indeed a descendant of his species. Godzilla understood what Kiryu said, and roared back at him.
“Kiryu, what’s going on?” Akane asked.
On Akane’s monitor, words appeared on the screen: ‘Two Godzillas are better than one’.
After Kong and Mechani-Kong got up, they saw Godzilla and Kiryu were standing together. The two Kongs could see that the two Godzillas had teamed up as well. Godzilla fired his atomic ray at Kong, while Kiryu fired his Maser cannons at Mechani-Kong. The two primates roared as they are struck by the beams. Kiryu flew up and grabbed onto Godzilla’s hands, and carried the ancient beast toward the two primates. As the two apes recovered from the beams, each of them got hit in the face by one of Godzilla’s feet and were knocked down.
Kiryu landed Godzilla and himself at a far distance from the gorillas. King Kong shakily got up and came running toward the two Godzillas. Godzilla roared as he raced toward Kong. As the two monsters closed the distance to one another, King Kong pulled back his left hand to punch Godzilla. However, Godzilla bent down and went past Kong, with his hard, sharp fins cutting across the primate’s left arm. Kong roared in pain as he stumbled to a stop, clutching his wounded arm. He could hardly move his arm as it was cut badly, blood pouring out of the deep wound.
With their backs facing each other, Godzilla jumped backward, his fins cutting into Kong’s back and knocking the gorilla to the ground. Godzilla began to slam his tail up and down on the primate’s back, right where the cuts were. Kong howled in pain and turned his back to the ground. The humanoid managed to grab Godzilla’s tail and sent electricity surging through it. Godzilla screamed, but began to spin around with Kong still holding and electrocuting his tail. Kong couldn’t hold on to Godzilla’s tail for long, and was sent rolling across the ground when he lost his grip.
When he pushed himself up, Kong noticed a bus near him. Godzilla marched toward Kong to attack him. But Kong stood up and pushed the bus into Godzilla’s mouth. He strained to push the bus deeper down Godzilla’s throat, but the Monster King kicked the Eighth Wonder in the stomach and knocked him backward. Godzilla fired his atomic ray, which launched the bus out of his mouth. The bus flew like a shooting star and exploded against Kong’s chest.
Kong roared in pain and anger as he came rushing toward Godzilla, and was going to punch the lizard in the face. However, Godzilla opened his mouth and bit down on Kong’s hand. The gorilla roared in pain and sent electricity from his hand into Godzilla’s mouth. Even though the inside of Godzilla’s mouth was electrocuted, the King of the Monsters did his best to ignore the shocks. Godzilla’s fins glowed blue as he opened his mouth and fired an atomic ray with Kong’s hand still in his mouth. Kong roared as the nuclear blast not only scorched his hand, but the rest of his arm.
The ape pulled his hand out of Godzilla’s mouth and backed away from the atomic ray to save his arm. As the burst of atomic fire died, he looked at his arm and saw it didn’t get too badly burnt. But what shocked Kong the most was that his right hand was burned to a crisp from taking most of the atomic ray. He tried to move his burned fingers, but they wouldn’t respond. Not only that, Kong was feeling a burning pain coming from the hand. With his left arm cut up, and now his right hand badly burned, Kong couldn’t use either of his upper limbs to fight.
Meanwhile, Kiryu and Mechani-Kong were fighting each other. Kiryu swung his right hand at Mechani-Kong, only for the robot Kong to block it with its left hand. However, Kiryu used his free hand to scratch across the robot ape’s chest, sending sparks flying, and knocking the humanoid machine backward. Kiryu spun around and smashed his tail across Mechani-Kong’s chest, forcing the silver gorilla further back. Mechani-Kong rushed at Kiryu and punched the Mechagodzilla in the chest, driving the cyborg backward. The metal Kong rushed at Kiryu again, but the metal lizard dodged out of its way. Mechani-Kong turned to Kiryu to kick him, only to be blocked by the Mechagodzilla’s left arm. Kiryu rammed his shoulder into Mechani-Kong, knocking the other machine backward and spun around to use his tail to knock Mechani-Kong back even further.
Mechani-Kong removed a grenade from its belt. But before Mechani-Kong could throw the grenade, Kiryu fired the Maser cannons. The electrical beams hit Mechani-Kong’s right hand and coursed through his arm. Mechani-Kong roared as it sensed the circuits in its arm fry. Unknown to Mechani-Kong, the grenade was being charged up by the electricity, and before it knew it, the bomb exploded in its hand. Mechani-Kong roared from the explosion and looked at its arm to see its hand was gone. Wires were sticking out, along with sparks flying out where Mechani-Kong’s hand used to be.
This gave Kiryu an idea. The Mechagodzilla fired the Maser cannons at Mechani-Kong again, this time at the grenade belt. They struck the belt, along with sending electricity all through Mechani-Kong’s body. With the grenades taking on most of the Maser cannons’ power, they began to go off. Soon Mechani-Kong was engulfed in a large explosion. Fire and smoke went up in the sky, while metal, oil, and wires rained down. Mechani-Kong’s head hit the ground and rolled next to Kiryu’s foot. Lifting his foot, the metallic dragon crushed Mechani-Kong’s head, along with the hypnotic light, under his heel
On Dr. Who’s computer, the screen went black displaying the message ‘Signal lost’.
“Damn them!” Dr. Who yelled as he slammed his fist on his desk.
Kong was down on his back with Godzilla’s foot on his chest. But then King Kong was snapped out of his hypnotic state, thanks to the hypnotic light being destroyed. King Kong found himself in shock: one minute, he was going to fight Mechani-Kong, then the next, he found himself on the ground with Godzilla pinning him down. Kong tried to use his arms to get Godzilla off him, but as soon as he moved his upper limbs, he felt pain coursing through them. The Eighth Wonder of the World was horrified to see his left arm cut up, and his right hand badly burned.
Godzilla held his breath before he let out an atomic ray pointed at Kong’s face. His ancient rival roared as the blue beam burnt into his face. The giant ape tried to move his body and use his legs to push himself free, but Godzilla’s foot was holding him in place. The flesh on Kong’s face began to burn away by the heat of the beam. His eyeballs dried up before they were burned away. It seemed like forever as Godzilla kept on firing his atomic ray. After Godzilla noticed King Kong was no longer moving, he stopped firing the beam. He looked over Kong’s lifeless body, the gorilla’s head nothing more than a burned skull. With the last of his natural-born enemy dead, Godzilla roared in victory as he proved his species superior to the giant gorillas.
The Monster King noticed the sky was no longer dark, the sun rising up with its light shining on the battlefield.
Godzilla looked for Mechani-Kong, only to find the robot’s crushed head on the ground next to Kiryu, who was looking back at the ancient creature. Now that the gorillas were gone, Godzilla wondered if he and Kiryu would start fighting each other again. Godzilla got his answer as he saw Kiryu powering down, due to the Mechagodzilla running out of energy. The King of the Monsters knew the battle was over. Since the Mechagodzilla did become an ally in the end, Godzilla no longer saw the machine as an enemy, and no reason for him to destroy the robot.
Not knowing if Kiryu could hear him, Godzilla went ahead and let out a roar, telling the Mechagodzilla, “Thanks”. Godzilla turned away from Kiryu and began to leave Tokyo.
The hatch on the left side of Kiryu’s neck opened up as Akane got out of the giant robot and stood on the Mechagodzilla’s shoulder. Akane watched Godzilla leaving the city as he headed back to the ocean. The beautiful woman couldn’t help but cross her arms and smile.
“Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” Akane whispered.
Winner: Godzilla (Legendary), KiryuK.W.C. // June 30, 2019
Author: Tyler Trieschock | Banner: Tyler Trieschock
Millions of stars glistened in the endless void of space. The only guidance given to a crimson comet which burned across the cosmos at an unfathomable speed. Solar systems flashed by for the being as he pursued a demon created by his absence. As a broken planet came in sight, the being within the aura halted his travel to gaze upon the destruction.
Crystals and rock floated in what once was the upper atmosphere of a planet which held life. Now, thecorpses of the flora and fauna floated throughout the void of space. From his view hundreds of miles above the surface, the interstellar being watched continents crack away from the planet and seas bulge, creating juvenile deserts. No life existed on the helpless world from SpaceGodzilla’s wake, and Ultraseven felt his shoulders gain the burden of all the vanquished lives.
The Ultra focused on the carnage, allowing it to embed itself within his memory which rivaled the life cycle of stars. In his absence on Earth for the last fifty human years, creatures of great power spawned. Monsters he could have killed if not for the great evil which challenged him and his garrison. An enemy once called friend.
The Ultra slowly peeled his sight away and transfixed on a single glowing star. On a planet that orbited around that star, he would find the planet’s killer. SpaceGodzilla would partially terraform the planet, infecting it with his crystalline menace, but even in his fortress, the monster would fall before the might of an Ultra. SpaceGodzilla would perish for the injustice the alien abomination brought upon the universe.
The Earth would never fall under Ultraseven’s watchful eye.
Deck of the U.S.S. Cowpens – 7 Days After SpaceGodzilla’s Defeat
Zone Fighter’s body flashed as he reverted to his human form, dropping down upon steel deck of the U.S.S. Cowpens as Ultraseven, his size now matching Hikaru’s human form, landed just beside him. Crewmen, their weapons lowered yet ready to use if the new being proved hostile, approached, but Hikaru waived them down before turning to Seven and bowing slightly.
“You’re Ultraseven, correct? I’m honored. My father, Yoichiro, knew many of your garrison.”
A flash overtook Seven, revealing black hair and pale skin. A blue, short sleeve, collared shirt covered his upper body while khakis and brown running shoes overtook his lower half. A smile formed on the very human face of Seven while his right hand stretched out.
“The honor is mine to meet a Peacelander who still lives. My condolences for your people and your planet.”
Hikaru arose and outstretched his hand, grasping the warrior of light in unity as the two alien fighters took delight in their meeting. The chatter of the naval officers behind Hikaru snapped him out of his daze and he signaled Seven to follow him into the interior of the vessel.
The command center of the U.S.S. Cowpens, usually the center of activity for the ship, contained only a single member of its normal crew. The Captain of the warship, in his finely kept, wrinkle free blue uniform, stood speechless as an outcast in a group of figures that ranged from the understandable to the impossible.
To his immediate right, Monique Dupre and Elsie Chapman stood in preparation for the coming meeting. The captain kept his eyesight away from Monique’s gaze, unwilling to test her fierce glare, and instead focused on the hand movements of Elsie. Her fingers insistently tapped on the console behind her. A tactic to distract her mind which, as the speed of the twitching increased, Cole could only assume was failing.
To his right, one of the supposed guardians of Earth, Moll, sat upon a command console in a meditative trance. Out of the group, the five inch tall figure caused Cole’s heart to race. Her colorful kimono, fine jewelry and tranquil nature radiated a sense of peace, but all of her good intentions could never overshadow the monstrous being she worshipped as her god, which still persisted just outside the U.S.S. Cowpens.
And to his front, the crimson humanoid alien called Ultraseven in a form that mimicked human appearance and clothing. His body seemed unusually rigid, his eyes unflinching even as he expressed a confident smile.
“I’ve cleared my deck, now what are you?”
Seven’s gaze pivoted to the Captain. “My name is Ultraseven. I’m a being from the Space Garrison, which you can think of as an interstellar defense force for all life. My directive is to protect this world at all costs, as it has been my goal for nearly five human decades. Sadly, I’ve been away most of that time fighting a being which threatened all life in the universe.”
Cole’s eyes rolled from intrigue to disbelief.
“This is going to be one hell of a report…”
“For humans, you all don’t seem surprised by my arrival?” Seven commented as he swept his hand from side to side.
“With your arrival, you’re actually the fourth humanoid extraterrestrial species we’ve run into, and unlike the last…” Elsie paused for a moment. “Actually, most encounters with extraterrestrial life, we’re happy you’re not trying to kill us upon first contact.”
Seven’s brow raised in concern and the alien glanced toward the captain. “Are there others joining us? I would assume the Peacelander?”
“Where is the last of your team and the other alien?” Cole remarked as he checked the antique watch on his left wrist. “I cleared my men for this, and I’m damn sure I want them back to their posts as soon as possible.”
Moll’s head tilted slightly to the left as she concentrated in her meditative pose. “The teammates you call Randy Hernandez and Audrey Timmonds are overlooking your injured friend, Anthony Hicks. Hikaru Sakimori, the being from space you call Peacelander-”
“I am here!” Hikaru shouted as he dashed into the room. As he came to a halt next to Seven, Hikaru’s eyes swept across the room with a look of remorse.
“I went to gather the others, but the Major…” Hikaru’s words fell silent.
Elsie’s brow raised in curiosity. “Why? What’s going on?”
A single tear began to drop from Moll’s right eye as she felt the emotion of the duo a few floors below her. “Major Hicks has fallen unconscious. He is in immense pain.”
Monique’s gaze remained focused while Elsie’s fingers stopped cold. The biologist’s eyes widened in shock and the scientist turned to depart, merely for Seven’s hand to block her exit. Elsie turned her head, her eyes unleashing a new rage as Seven’s smile tilted into a grim frown.
“We need to discuss the events that have unfolded,” Seven explained. “I apologize for not arriving sooner. I could have ended this situation with far less death and pain for all, but to ensure this agony does not spread, please tell me what occurred so I can resolve what remains.”
Elsie took a step back, the fury in her eyes subsiding slightly.
“Where should I begin?” Elsie remarked as she placed her right index finger on her chin. “Right! A madman kidnapped me, my friend over here and another teammate. Our team leader, Nick Tatopoulos, along with the man dying a few floors down helped our escape. Sadly, we couldn’t stop him from calling SpaceGodzilla, who in his death destroyed the island and ripped two holes in space and time. How’s that? Oh,” Elsie emphasized as her harsh gaze moved to Hikaru, “and he’s the one responsible for shooting my friend who, as the priestess said, is in immense pain, which you don’t seem too concerned about.”
An annoyed expression emanated from Seven before Moll recaptured their attention.
“The tears that emanate light and darkness are not only the fault of SpaceGodzilla. In trying to save the past, I traveled with my sister through time, and upon our return, we were caught off-guard… The battle that followed created what now exists on the island and I fear has taken the life of my sister.”
“I hate to cut you off, but you’re staying, Dr. Chapman,” Cole asserted before asking her, “Is what they say possible?”
A scowl burned across the room to Cole, sending a well hidden shiver down the old man’s spine.
“Maybe, I don’t know, sure! Why not? You keep forgetting, but I’ll emphasize it again. My doctorate does not apply to quantum physics and the manipulation of time. Put simply, my primary focus is on biology, and it’s why I’ve spent the last seven days confirming if it’s possible to safely pass through those anomalies. But yes, I agree the hypothesis that an exploding space-reptilian when too close to an insectoid deity exiting a temporal anomaly generates dimensional gateways.”
“How do we close them?” Seven inquired, ignoring the scientist’s final comment.
“Okay,” Elsie countered as she turned to Seven, “that I can help with. I think the anomalies are stabilized by the crystalline structures still growing across the island in some type of feedback loop. The growth of the anomalies and the crystals is increasing at a near exponential rate putting some weight behind the notion of perpetual growth, at least as long as the crystals gain access to new resources.”
“Closing them is not the priority,” Monique countered. “Dr. Tatopoulos and his creature passed through the rifts and their retrieval is our concern. We shall be departing soon to retrieve them both if they still live.”
Hikaru nodded in approval and stepped next to Monique. “With my help, we should be quick to rescue both of them, so I,” Hikaru noted as he gazed to Elsie, “can set the failures I’ve made right.”
Seven’s smile faded as he heard the pair speak, drawing his attention to the agent.
“I believe you fail to see the lives at risk by allowing these tears to remain open. I have seen what those crystals can do to a planet. If they continue to spread, the Earth will not survive.”
Monique’s eye raised slightly in curiosity.
“Is it not hypocritical to lecture on protection if you have been absent for decades?” Monique retorted as she took a step toward Seven.
Seven took a step toward Monique. “I have been fighting an evil far beyond your comprehension, one I thought I could call my ally. It was not my choice to be absent, and I regret every moment I was away.” Seven’s fist clenched in hidden fury. “Every time Belial fought my garrison, I could have saved lives on this planet. Now that I have returned, I assure you this is my only goal.”
“And the doctor?” Monique inquired as she moved her head to mere inches from Seven’s.
Seven’s eyes remained still, unfazed by the agent’s actions. “The technology of my garrison is far beyond what is possible on this planet. I can request aid in retrieving your friend and your sister,” Seven noted as he turned toward Moll, “as I think it’s better than endangering the Earth. Would you not agree?”
“Threading life-saving needles while the Earth is at risk is kinda what we do,” Elsie countered, attracting Seven’s gaze. “Look, I’ve been flying drones into this thing for the last few days. Both anomalies open approximately for two hours every twenty-seven hours on the dot. The next opening will be in less than forty minutes. We go in, twenty-seven hours later, we fly out. Do what you want with the island after, how’s that?”
Seven glanced away from the group. His eyes twitched, thoughts flowing through his mind as he weighed both sides. As he began to open his mouth, a feminine voice echoed.
“You fail to think about the consequences of entering the tears,” Moll noted as she remained still with her voice as loud as a whisper. “I know of this arrogance, and I will no longer let it blind me. As the guardian of the Earth, I should never have taken that risk, and even with all the guilt I feel, I cannot allow your group to enter the void.”
Hikaru took a step toward Moll, blanketing her in his shadow as her face turned pale.
“How can you stand aside and do nothing to save-”
Darkness encompassed the bridge and all within the vessel. A resounding chirp echoed from beyond the U.S.S. Cowpens from a wary god, ready to unleash its fury if the alien took another step. As Hikaru gradually retreated from Moll, the great shadow of Mothra Leo parted as well.
“I can,” Moll affirmed with tears swelling in her eyes. “As an Elias, a guardian of Earth. Mothra still needs time to recover, but Seven, do what you must.”
Hikaru’s fist slammed against a metal wall, allowing the clang to reverberate across the medical ward. As he prepared to throw another punch, Monique’s palm intercepted Hikaru’s blow, halting his fist mere inches from the agent’s hand and the wall.
“This will not solve anything,” Monique critiqued, lowering her arm.
Hikaru stumbled backward, glancing across the room to all that resided within.
Major Anthony Hicks lay unconscious to his left. His body remained motionless and nearly silent, only the sound of intense breathing from the oxygen mask over his face giving any sign he still clung to life.
Beside him, staring at the dented wall, a man with curled, black hair and slightly lighter skin inspected the dent. The comical smile he expressed showed no sign of letting up as he commented, “Wow, I bet the Captain felt that one.”
The joke deflected off of Hikaru’s frustration, forcing him to gaze upon a woman whose eyes showed as much rage as his surely did while also suppressing an immeasurable amount of anxiety. Audrey Tatopoulos’ long, golden hair ran past her shoulders, forcing her to move it as she gazed over Hick’s bedside.
Feeling sorrow from looking at the wife of the man who saved him, Hikaru shifted his vision past Audrey, Monique and Elsie to a lone, old man who tirelessly worked in the back of the room, repairing his greatest creation. For two days, he refused to sleep, yet his movements seemed to be as fluid as the first. Hikaru’s right hand clenched shut, envious of Goro Ibuki’s resolve.
“So, how do we proceed?” Hikaru inquired to the group.
“Yeah, how we saving Jefe?” Randy reaffirmed as he gazed to Monique and Elsie for the answer.
“With the priest’s approval, Seven will begin destroying the crystals in the next fifteen minutes,” Monique stated with ire. “He hopes to use his garrison to retrieve Nick, if he still lives, in the next month or two.”
“We’re not waiting that long!” Audrey snapped with fury. “We need to go, now!”
Elsie rubbed her temples in frustration. “Technically, the two aren’t wrong. These crystals are acting like a persistent infection. If they spread too far or too deep, things could get horrible fast. Not to mention destroying so many could have unforeseen results themselves. Anti-gravity distortion the most-”
“Yo, I think Jefe is the focus. Not flying crystals,” Randy retorted.
“I agree. The crystals would be easier to eliminate with Zilla, Jet Jaguar, Ultraseven and myself all focusing on the task,” Hikaru affirmed.
“I got it!” Randy proclaimed with fanfare as he clapped his hands together. “Look, the giant moth is looking out for the incredible shrinking woman, right? So, all we gotta deal with is the red guy, and we got our own superman to punch him out.”
Randy walked next to Hikaru, placing his elbow on the alien’s shoulder. “You knock him out, we go in. By the time he wakes up, we’ll have flown back out with Jefe and the Z-Man. We get yelled at by the military and red lantern, claim we’ll never interfere again, maybe cry a little in regret – actually, Mendel isn’t here so maybe skip that part – and float back to the mainland.”
Hikaru took a few steps forward in silence. His head tilted upward, glancing at the metallic lights hanging from the ceiling.
“If I fought Ultraseven, there is little chance I could win. Even with Jet Jaguar, I doubt I could do so reliably.”
A blond blur entered the bottom of Hikaru’s vision. Gradually, the alien warrior lowered his vision to gaze into the eyes of Audrey. Tears overflowed their ducts while a certain rage coursed just underneath the look of grief.
“Talk to him, fight him. Either way, all I’m asking is for you to try. Please, just… try.”
Audrey’s eyes closed, desperately trying to hold back any sorrow merely for a confident hand to rest upon her shoulder.
“Mrs. Tatopolous,” Hikaru asserted, drawing Audrey to look upward once more. “I ensure you, you won’t lose your world. I promise you this.”
Randy’s hands fell upon Hikaru’s and Audrey’s shoulders causing both to look at him.
“Now that you two had your moment, how we picking who goes where?”
“Well,” Elsie exclaimed as she gathered everyone’s attention. “I’ve received no visual data from the drones I’ve sent, only basic atmospheric data due to interference. I can confirm that these anomalies, if they do displace space and time, lead to worlds that possess Earth-like atmospheres with temperate climates. Oxygen, Nitrogen and other gases are nearly equal in ratio to that of our own. I can also confirm that whenever they take place, it’s after August, 1945.”
“Ahh yes! Obviously a lack of German in the air, or would that be too much?” Randy quipped.
“No but, you’re close,” Elsie retorted, causing Randy to look at her with astonishment. “Atomic bombs dropped in that year released a certain radiation that I can pick up. It’s actually still in the air today, so I can also say the history of these times are similar to our own as well.”
Audrey’s right hand rose as it spun in the air, her mind racing with questions as she decided the best to ask. “So, if it’s like our own, shouldn’t we be getting drones or things flying back through?”
Elsie’s body leaned against the back wall. “Well, yes and no. The black portal’s carbon is in surprisingly low amounts in the air, suggesting that either humanity isn’t polluting the atmosphere, somehow removed it… or there is no longer any humanity.”
“Is there really a choice among your options?” Monique rhetorically inquired.
“Well, on that positive note,” Elsie continued, “the other is far worse. Radiation levels are consistently elevated close to the anomaly and a few hundred meters in every direction from it, to the point where prolonged exposure could lead to serious health complications. If Nick traveled to this one, he is easily already experiencing symptoms of radiation poisoning.”
“Jefe’s got a fifty-fifty shot of being in that one though. He could be chilling in the other while the Z-Man eats some fish that glow in the dark. Probably way~ easier to catch, right?” Randy quipped with a grin toward Monique, her glare remaining unbroken.
Monique’s eyes closed as she stated, “Or they are both in one rift or they could be dead in the other. We must be prepared for all scenarios.”
Audrey’s face gradually turned away from Hikaru, stopping as her right eye focused on Monique, the agent’s eyes still closed.
“He’ll be fine.”
The elderly voice drew the group’s attention. The balding part of his head shined for all to see as the inventor continued to focus on Jet Jaguar’s socket. Without moving his gaze, Goro continued. “Your friend is right, you should be prepared for any loss, but I believe you will find him. Call me a fool, but faith always seems to defy even the most logical of arguments in my experience.”
As he finished talking, Goro let loose a breath days in the making. Tools dropped from Goro’s hands. A ping which reverberated across the room as Jet Jaguar rose from the slab of metal he lay upon. The machine looked toward his inventor, a permanent smile which was countered by the toothless grin of his inventor.
“Jet Jaguar is ready,” Goro affirmed as he turned and began to walk toward the door. “I’m far too old to go, but I’ll keep the captain distracted. No better way than the ramblings of a senile, old man with far too much time on his hands.”
As he reached the door, Goro looked at the group with a toothless grin which seemed to expel optimism. “Good luck, my friends. I wish you all a safe return.”
“And Hikaru,” Goro noted as he pointed toward the Peacelander. “Do not doubt yourself.”
Seven’s body flashed with power, reverting from a humanoid appearance to his classic design. Bulbous, immobile eyes gazed upon the island from the command deck of the U.S.S. Cowpens before glancing at Cole.
“Keep your vessel at a safe distance. Destroying these crystals may cause unforeseen effects.”
Cole nodded and looked to the island. “Don’t have to tell me twice to stay away from this mess. You do realize the group below the deck isn’t too happy about the decision?”
“Do you think it’s best?” Ultraseven inquired.
“To be blunt, no. But what I think isn’t relevant. What I know is those things are a danger. If I were ordered to destroy them, I wouldn’t hesitate. And I doubt the seventh fleet will when it arrives tomorrow.”
Ultraseven nodded in agreement and turned toward the exit.
“Ultraseven. Would you have done this without my approval?”
Ultraseven’s movement came to a complete halt, shifting his gaze toward the tiny guardian of Earth, whose eyes barely possessed the strength to open and look up at the alien.
“With the Earth at risk, without question.”
“So, we need teams, and since I’m making myself a leader, I call the robot!” Randy yelled as he walked over and placed his arm over Jet Jaguar’s shoulder. “Going to need to figure out a new name for yah, metal man. Jet Jaguar is a few decades out of date.”
“Your preferences aside, we need to base our groups on dealing with either scenario,” Elsie affirmed.
“Actually, we do not,” Monique noted as she opened her eyes. “The creature, while not Godzilla, still absorbs radiation. Therefore your surveillance would have shown signs of inconsistent radiation levels. Since this is not the case, he could have only gone in the black rift. The robot, Randy and I shall proceed through with our stolen transport from Winter. Hikaru will go through the other when he finishes his fight.”
“What if he doesn’t? What about me and Elsie?” Audrey demanded.
“You will do nothing. We lack a second, reliable transport and it is foolish to contaminate yourselves merely to feel better. You will only place yourself-”
Audrey’s body twisted around in seconds, closing the distance between Monique faster than most people in the room could react. Her face stopped inches from Monique’s, meeting one cold stare with another while Audrey’s nails embedded into her own thigh.
“-in danger,” Monique affirmed as she uncrossed her arms. “You lack training and are compromised with emotion.”
Randy, Elsie and Jet Jaguar stood silently, waiting for an explosion of fury from Audrey while Hikaru took a few steps to break the pair up. Audrey’s palm bolted up, waiving Hikaru off as her glare remained steady, matching Monique’s.
“You know, Monique, I don’t have those things. I’m not trained and stability… not on my mind right now. I’m just an ex-reporter, not a ruthless killer, but you know what that gives me? The ability to call bullshit when I see it and it’s coming from you more than anyone here. That and a shit ton of guilt.”
Monique’s eyes dilated slightly, transforming the scowl on Audrey’s face to a slight grin. A smile she kept as she stormed out of the room in silence.
“Dr. Chapman, monitor the crystals while we are gone and ensure Audrey stays,” Monique ordered, snapping Randy and Elsie out of their daze.
“That was pretty cold, French Fry,” Elsie acknowledged. “You sure–”
“I am,” Monique responded, leaving the room without another word.
The whistling wind across the barren landscape made the only noticeable sound as Zone Fighter, in his powered form, touched down a few meters behind Ultraseven. The warrior of light kept his back to Hikaru, his gaze transfixed on the growing white plague which infested all the land in front of him to the ocean’s edge.
“You’ve come to stop me?”
“No. I’ve come to ask you for time.” Hikaru pleaded.
“Anyone could have asked this,” Ultraseven countered as he pointed to Hikaru, “But only you could threaten me if you ask for restraint and fail. Restraint which could jeopardize the Earth. I will not take that risk for two lives which can be saved by my garrison after I do what needs to be done.”
“And what if they don’t have that time!?” Hikaru snapped. “What if they both die?”
Ultraseven hesitated a moment, his mind flashing to the helpless alien beings whose dead bodies filled the space above their broken planet. “I do not wish to consider that possibility. If they do perish, then it will my failure, and I will carry that burden as I continue to protect his world.”
“A burden?” Hikaru whispered, clenching his teeth as the statement echoed throughout his mind.
“What gives you the right to demine their life?”
Ultraseven’s voice remained calm as he responded, “Tens of thousands of years protecting life from those who wish to corrupt it. I’ve never deviated from this goal, unlike yourself.”
Hikaru’s fist squeezed ever tighter while Ultraseven waived his hand from left to right, extending it toward Hikaru.
“A being too focused on your selfish path of redemption to see he will cause the destruction of another world he wishes to protect.”
Hikaru’s eyes parted in disbelief. His fists opened while the wind blew across his twitching face. In a flash, the astonishment faded as pure rage overtook Hikaru.
“How… How dare… Zone Double Fight!”
A shockwave of wind overtook Ultraseven’s body before a flash overtook his sight. As the sensory overload ended, a fist far greater in size than him slammed perpendicular into his body, launching Ultraseven like a pebble across a lake. His body bounced repeatedly, shattering a few random crystals which blocked his trajectory before his arms extended toward the sky in defiance.
Ultraseven’s true size, over eighty five meters in height, crashed feet first onto the ground and continued to slide across the surface until the shattering earth beneath his heels finally subsided his movement. No longer affected by Zone Fighter’s blitz, the warrior of light stepped out of the trench his feet dug from the strike and faced his opponent.
Ultraseven’s whole body ached from the force of the strike. If he hadn’t blocked the punch at the last second, the blow surely would have crippled him. No matter, he could still move, and if Zone Fighter wished to end their dispute with a sparring session, he would oblige the few moments it would take.
A battle cry roared from Zone Fighter, whose sprint lasted a second before he brought his right fist down upon Ultraseven. With his right palm, Ultraseven caught the blow before taking a step backward and dodging a second move as Zone Fighter launched a palm strike aimed at the warrior’s head. Infuriated, Zone Fighter lunged forward, merely for Ultraseven to duck under the attack and thrust his palm outward. The warrior of light’s hit impacted Zone Fighter’s chest, launching him off his feet and onto the ground a dozen meters away.
Zone Fighter rolled across the barren earth, recovering to his feet just as fast as his fall and propelled himself at Ultraseven once more with a high kick. Ultraseven’s head jerked to the left at the last second and the mighty warrior grabbed ahold of Zone Fighter’s legs before launching him at the crystal fields which sprawled behind the warrior of light. Zone Fighter spun in the air, colliding with a few crystal formations before rolling across the ground and stopping at the basin of another crystal at least thirty meters tall. Zone Fighter hands dug into the rock in frustration as he pushed himself upward, revealing an unnaturally bright green hue as his color timer’s light shined against the black dirt.
What was he thinking? Ultraseven wasn’t a monster he could pummel with little thought. In fact, with their respective experience gap, he was the monster in the brawl!
Ultraseven’s shadow draped over Zone Fighter’s unmoving form, his right arm extended in a show of chivalry. Zone Fighter eyes looked upon the good natured display, but his fists remained clenched. In defiance, a mighty scream echoed from Hikaru.
A sapphire aura exploded around Zone Fighter’s body, catching Ultraseven off guard as the Meteor Man’s right hand slammed onto Seven’s face. Both warriors took off at a blinding speed, the inertia of Zone Fighter’s launch allowing him to thrust Ultraseven’s head through pillars of crystals. Each formation shattered with ease, exploding into a fine white dust until a shockwave of telekinetic power from Ultraseven’s palms launched Zone Fighter skyward. The meteor man rotated in the air merely to shout, “Meteor Missile Might!”
Silver bracelets snapped onto Zone Fighters wrists, but instead of pointing his arms toward Ultraseven, the azure alien pointed his hands to the sky and unleashed the entire barrage in a single shot. An explosive blaze engulfed the air above Zone Fighter, who used the concussive force of the blast to launch himself downward at Ultraseven, his legs pointed to deliver a crippling strike. Yet as he approached Ultraseven’s body, still sliding backward from the initial hit, the scarlet being vanished into thin air. Dirt rocketed upward as Zone Fighter touched down, implanting himself in the ground up to his knees until Ultraseven reformed from his teleportation and collided back into the unaware warrior fist first.
Zone Fighter skidded backward from the impact, but a sudden flash of blue aura quickly overtook his form once more. The distance between the two warriors vanished in the blink of an eye before Zone Fighter unleashed his Meteor Punch. A dozen strikes bombarded Ultraseven’s body, pummeling him to the ground and allowing Zone Fighter to extend his hand outward toward the fallen protector.
A stream of white, coolant-like material vented from Zone Fighter’s hand’s tip toward Ultraseven, who began to roll away from the substance. The freezing coolant spewed across the black earth as Ultraseven hid behind a crystal to regain his bearings. A familiar flash overtook the warrior of light and his body teleported behind Zone Fighter.
The Meteor Man spun in disbelief.
An extended long kick to his abdomen returned sense to Zone Fighter.
Zone Fighter continued to counter-attack, but every miss gave Ultraseven the perfect opening. As his strikes tore into Zone Fighter, Seven couldn’t help but notice the difference in experience.
How many sparring sessions against fellow Ultramen did he undergo in his lifetime? How many monsters fell before him in battle? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? If not for this, Zone Fighter’s superior strength and varied arsenal could have proved threatening. But in the end, if HIkaru thought he could match a veteran of the Space Garrison…
Zone Fighter yelled in defiance as he launched his fist forward, slamming it into the palm of Ultraseven’s left hand. Rock splintered beneath the warrior of light’s feet before Ultraseven’s right hand slammed into Zone Fighter’s chest cavity, unleashing a gurgled gasp from Hikaru before propelling him backward at least one hundred meters. Alien energy swirled atop Zone Fighter’s forehead crest while Ultraseven took a knee in preparation for a Wide Shot.
…he would prove himself to be a pale imitation.
Steam vented off Zone Fighter’s battle damaged body as the bright light faded from the ray’s collision. His legs trembled, his muscles stressing just to keep Hikaru upright, but the azure alien warrior would, no… he could not yield! His back legs stretched out, striking something which caused Zone Fighter to turn and discover the edge of a crystal sea.
Hundreds of crystals, roughly fifty meters tall, stretched a half mile until the ocean’s waves. A rhythmic glow flowed from one edge of the formation to the other, a sign of the power they channeled to the anomalies he swore to protect, but as Zone Fighter returned his gaze to Ultraseven, his failure revealed itself.
Ultraseven stood confidently within a blackened landscape devoid of any crystal structure. Shattered pieces of crystals rolled in the wind, evaporating into dust over the span of seconds, but no crystal stood undamaged from the battle. Zone Fighter’s fists clenched in anger..
If the battle continued, not only would he lose to Ultraseven, but the crystals would surely be destroyed in the resulting confrontation. He couldn’t lure Ultraseven away like a rampaging beast, and while the crystal’s power kept his energy reserves replenished, at some point, his body would physically give out to the strain. As Zone Fighter thought, he moved his right leg backward into a defensive stance, merely to feel his leg’s weight disappear.
Ultraseven burst forward, his steps launching rocks into the air merely for them to hover as he approached Zone Fighter. Hikaru felt every footstep of his adversary, yet his senses were instead trained on his back leg. Zone Fighter’s Zone Meter flashed from blue to red, immense power channeling through his body in preparation for what he needed to do.
Ultraseven’s fist flew forward.
Zone Fighter’s hands slammed against the ground.
“Meteor Proton Cut!”
Energy waves erupted from Zone Fighter, fracturing the earth beneath his body before the ground cracked in every direction like broken glass. Ultraseven slid backward from the force, watching the rock fracture, upheave and bend like water. The crystal sea behind Zone Fighter flowed like a wave as the rock they grew from split apart, releasing dust clouds into the air.
A weary breath escaped Zone Fighter before a swift kick propelled him against the basin of a crystal, revealing the Zone Meter which blinked a dire red light. Zone Fighter’s head gradually tilted upward, discovering an extended hand from Ultraseven for him to grasp, but Hikaru shook his head side to side, causing the hand to raise into a striking pose. With swift movement, Ultraseven brought his right hand down upon his fallen adversary, yet an expected cracking sound stopped his attack mere inches above Zone Fighter’s head.
Ultraseven glanced to the landscape behind him, hearing the ground screech and moan as rock upheaved through the fractured earth. Further cracks erupted across the already splintered earth as rock and crystal gradually began to take to the air.
Ultraseven’s gaze shifted back to Zone Fighter, the forming fissures’ echos nearly deafening all other sound.
A violent crack thundered around Zone Fighter and Ultraseven. In a dark flash, their vision became an endless wall of black.
Rock overtook Ultraseven’s body, bouncing him around in every direction as it smashed against him. Cracks of light beamed through the ocean of rock only for the flowing earth to seal the breach as more fissures formed. With every second, Ultraseven’s body shook, convulsing as super-heated air flowed through the cracks. As a crystal smashed against his face, Ultraseven’s fists clenched. Energy surged through his being before he blasted through the earth around him. The concussive force tore apart the ground around the alien, allowing him to recover to his feet. As he arose, Ultraseven glanced in every direction to discover a sea of ascending rock.
Chunks of blackened rock, crystal and smaller debris floated in the atmosphere like an asteroid field as far as his eyes could see. Some pieces the size of his fist while others dwarfed even Ultraseven, with large, crystalline structures attached to their form like an inorganic cancer. As the crimson warrior walked to the edge of the ground he stood upon, shock coursed through the being as he noticed himself now miles above the Earth’s surface. Shock gradually replaced rage.
How could he let this happen? To risk the Earth to allow someone to vent their foolish rage. He was reckless in sparring with Zone Fighter, but wher-
A steady yell drew the attention of Ultraseven to a massive chunk of floating rock a mile out. Red lightning swirled in the distance against a being growing in power. Shockwaves erupted from the blinding display, vaporizing chunks of earth floating too close. As harsh winds began to flow past Ultraseven from the display of power, the crimson warrior channeled immense energy into his right arm for the Wide Shot.
Ultraseven felt sorrow in his actions, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. If Zone Fighter wished to escalate the battle, to endanger the world he held so dear, Ultraseven would regrettably oblige.
Zone Fighter relinquished his scream, staggering forward while his head hung low. Glowing veins of crimson power flowed across his arms. His light timer emitted the brightest blue light he’d ever seen. Lightning danced across the warrior’s body, striking the ground and the tips of nearby, floating crystals.
There was no doubt within Hikaru’s mind he attained the form. A power he could use to rival an Ultra, to fulfill the promise he made to Audrey and ensure her world would not be lost. A few scattered tears rolled from Hikaru’s yellow eyes as he briefly remembered the promise he made to himself years ago. Gradually, his mind returned to the present, noticing the red figure of Ultraseven in the distance.
Ultraseven was right. Selfishness did drive Hikaru.
A colossal blue aura enveloped Zone Fighter, unleashing a shockwave of energy which launched pieces of hovering earth in all directions no matter the size. Red lightning intensified across the azure alien’s body, his muscles expanding as he focused his power, creating a constant stream of azure energy which flowed around his body like water.
The desire to be a hero who kept their word. To ensure no human or creature felt the pain of losing all they cared for. He would be the only one to feel the sorrow of a world lost!
Zone Fighter’s body moved to a sprinting position. The earth beneath his back foot cracked violently from a simple step, sending fractures throughout the one-hundred-meter round sphere of rock he stood upon. The tears across his face evaporated into steam and flowed around the determined eyes of Hikaru who solely focused on Ultraseven.
Ultraseven’s body snapped to a pose with his right arm pointed upward as his left arm touched his right elbow. Blinding power erupted from the length of Seven’s right arm, pushing the rock Ultraseven stood upon backward as it vaporized all in its way toward Zone Fighter, who remained as rigid as stone in a ball of uncontrollable aura.
No matter the opponent, Hikaru knew he couldn’t turn away from this battle. If Ultraseven wished to challenge him, to test how far he would go to ensure no one felt the despair within him…
The one hundred-meter round sphere Zone Fighter stood upon shattered like glass as he blitzed off its form into the incoming ray. The blue meteor trailed across the sky and struck the ray, yet instead of detonating, Zone Fighter’s form rocketed through the attack in a second. Ultraseven’s eyes went wide, an almost silent gasp echoing as time slowed to a crawl in the presence of the Meteor Man. Beneath the sapphire aura, the defiant eyes of Zone Fighter stared back. Hikaru swung his right arm outward, shattering the Wide-Shot in a single swipe and forming a fist, glistening with unfathomable power.
…then he would regrettably oblige.
Moll’s eyes burst open as she felt the agony of Ultraseven, pivoting her gaze to the darkened sky littered with rock and lightning. Her mind raced with questions and statements. Her eyes twitched, tears forming across the perimeters of her eyes before she reasserted her stern expression. The Elias’ eyes closed, a calm breath flowing softly from her mouth as she returned to a meditative position. As a second breath exited, Moll opened her eyes to discover her folded hands shaking ever so minutely. Without any further hesitation, Moll closed her eyes once more and focused not on the two battling warriors, but a figure thousands of miles away.
Glowing specks coalesced within a cavern filled with little light and an overwhelming amount of mechanical contraptions. Robotic creatures, not active, but their insides spilled out for all to see, lay randomly scattered across the cavern floor as a lone figure, with short black hair draped over her goggles, welded armor. The female’s attention gradually focused on the forming light a few feet from her, and as Moll’s appearance formed, the mechanic pulled off her goggles and unleashed an annoyed glare.
“Hello sis, wondered when you’d finally get back,” Belvera noted as she pulled herself from underneath one of her newest creations. Her hands brushed across her abdomen, wiping away dust which revealed long, embedded stains of grease across her over designed leather dress. As her uncaring glare returned to Moll, Belvera leaned against the machine she just worked beneath. “So, what mess you get yourself in?”
“How did…” Moll stated with shock in her voice. Belvera rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m not dumb. You’d only speak to me if there was a problem or if you weren’t attached to the hip with…
Belvera’s brow raised as she looked around her home before returning to the glowing form of Moll.
“Fairy is no more. Lora’s gone, or she might be lost and to search for her could risk the world. I need your help, sister.”
Belvera let loose an annoyed breath, her eyes closing from the overreaction as she walked to a damaged Garu-Garu. “No. You don’t.”
Moll’s eyes widened, her face changing from sorrow to anger. “How can you turn your back on your sisters? How can you be this childish in the face of global-”
“Shut it!” Belvera snapped, refusing to look at her sister as she looked over the damaged machine. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on. I honestly don’t care, but the childish one isn’t me, it’s you. Always been you.”
Moll’s eyes focused, her fury increasing as Belvera continued, “The moment you lost Lora last time with Grand King Ghidorah, you decided to risk changing all of time by sending Mothra to the past. For someone so put together, you didn’t think to request aid of the humans or other guardians. No, risk changing all of time. Great plan, sister!”
“Lora and the children would have died if I didn’t act!”
“But you didn’t. You froze, sis,” Belvera asserted. Slowly, the dark Elias turned to her sister, her hand placed across her forehead in frustration. “You two rely so much on each other, you freak out the moment you’re not side by side. So stop talking to me and do something productive.”
The fury from Moll’s eyes gradually vanished as a soft smile of appreciation formed across her face.
“Thank you, sister,” Moll responded as she began to fade. Sparks of energy flowed from her form, deconstructing her essence as Moll stated, “I too hope you will heed your own words.”
In a flash of light Moll vanished from the room. Light drained from every corner of the cavern with her departure, leaving Belvera staring off in a dark void. Without any hindrance, Belvera walked back to her Garu-Garu. Tools clanged as they dropped to the floor. A soft thud echoed as Belvera sat down and maneuvered beneath her mechanical companion, yet as her hand moved to grab a tool, a fist formed which smacked across the cold ground in frustration. As quickly as the fist was created, the priestess’ hand extended, allowing Belvera’s fingernails to tap against the floor while she thought.
Randy looked to the sky in awe for a moment, watching red lightning encompass the congested blue sky, but the sound of helicopter blades spinning attracted his attention back to a sleek, black helicopter to his right. With a quick jump, Randy dived into the boarding bay which housed an already seated Jet Jaguar before the vehicle took off. A look of ire projected to the pilot, but he knew deep down she didn’t really care.
“Trying to ditch me?” Randy yelled.
“Take a seat,” Monique retorted without batting an eye.
Randy climbed atop a seat merely to glance out of the ascending helicopter and spot a woman with flowing, blonde hair. Even as she grew smaller, the dot proved unavoidable to Randy’s sight. A breath of resentment vented from Randy who slammed his head back against his seat in visible protest.
In a sea of floating rock, a cone-shaped void suddenly formed with Ultraseven at its apex, the impression of Zone Fighter’s fist still embedded into the right side of his face. Shaking off the attack, the warrior of light jettisoned into the debris field, unsure where his foe hid, until the sky cracked with thunder. Crimson missiles illuminated the floating rocks above Ultraseven, sending shivers down the warrior’s spine.
The storm descended upon Ultraseven with unending fury. Fire and red bolts obliterated the debris field Ultrasven traversed through while the warrior felt the shockwaves ripple through his body, his flight mere meters away from the full explosive wrath of Zone Fighter. Bolts of energy lanced across his form, scorching his armor. Yet Ultraseven defiantly flew on.
Seven’s eyes darted across the debris field for a place to turn the tide. He needed a place to get his footing, to think to… there! Ultraseven’s body spun ninety degrees, allowing himself to kick off a rock and jettison to the rotating chunk of mass below him while the debris field behind him vanished in a shockwave of fire.
Nearly five hundred meters in diameter, the largest chunk of what once was half the island rotated gradually as the small cluster of crystals across its edges sparked with cosmic power. The floating mound of rock shuttered as Ultraseven crashed upon its surface, its rotation stopping briefly from the force of the warrior’s impact before another impact reversed its rotation.
Ultraseven’s gaze shifted to a sparkling, sapphire aura that encompassed all in front of his vision. For a brief moment, he watched as the azure field diminish, Zone Fighter’s piercing, furious glare burning the memory within Ultraseven’s mind before he burst forth and slammed his right, glowing fist against Ultraseven’s abdomen. Ultraseven gasped violently, bending to the gut punch, but the blow proved the first of many. A series of earth shattering punches in the span of a second slammed across Ultraseven’s body. Transparent, circular voids of superheated air materialized with every hit until a final strike against the Ultra’s face sent the crimson warrior cresting around the floating mound of rock and allowed the sonic booms which formed to violently echo like thunder.
Ultraseven’s body circumvented the spherical mass of rock, his arms extended forward from the shear force of the strike, but with a turn, his flight became a sprint, running at full speed with a plan formulating on how to end his defiant foe.
Zone Fighter’s head gradually crested over the rock’s horizon, acting as the target for Ultraseven who leaped into the air for a high kick. The Meteor Man’s right arm collided with Ultraseven’s strike, flipping and rotating the crimson figure through the air. Upon rotating to face Hikaru while upside down, Ultraseven detached the weapon attached to his forehead, the Eye Slugger, and launched it like a boomerang. The Meteor Man evaded just out of the weapon’s range, sidestepping the projectile to launch a fist into Ultraseven’s head. In a flash, the crimson warrior vanished, reforming behind Hikaru and continuing his body’s rotation, to slam his right foot into the back of Zone Fighter’s head.
Ultraseven hit the ground rolling, looking behind himself to see the Ultra Slugger crest the horizon before turning to face Zone Fighter as he charged towards him.
Seven seconds. It was all the time he needed.
Ultraseven’s shoulders glowed as he gathered power, channeling it into his right arm which surged forth with an open palm and hit air, yet a dozen meters away, Zone Fighter stopped in place. Telekinetic powers froze the Meteor Man where he stood, but willpower pushed him ever closer to Ultraseven. Finally, Zone Fighter’s Meteor Jet returned with a surge, pushing him so close he could clearly see his shadow over Ultraseven, the red bolts cascading across his body singing Seven’s armor. With a simple hand gesture, the crimson warrior raised his left hand, lifting his fingers in unison.
Realizing something amiss, Zone Fighter redirected his propulsion to the left side of his body, moving a dozen meters to the right before a familiar weapon burst forth from the ground beneath his feet. The Eye Slugger sliced open Hikaru’s chest, making the red lightning bolt on his armor run red with his own blood before it flew past the spot his head use to be.
Hikaru screamed for the heavens to hear, staggering backward merely for Ultraseven to cross his slash by cutting across Zone Fighter’s chest from right to left. Another echo of anguish resonated from Hikaru before he fired a Meteor Zone Slice. The golden arrow struck the Eye Slugger’s energized blade, shattering upon impact into an explosion of sparks.
Miniature projectiles blanketed Ultraseven’s form, piercing his crimson armor in dozens of locations. Beams of pure light that encompased his very essence shined out of the warrior of light while his Eye Slugger sparked with dysfunction, forcing Ultraseven to sheathe the weapon. Drained from the fragment’s damage, Ultraseven turned toward Zone Fighter as the Peacelandian slammed into him using his Meteor Jet.
Zone Fighter’s hands clutched Ultraseven’s throat and squeezed with all his might, smashing the warrior of light through the endless floating debris field as they plummeted to the surface. With every rock which Ultraseven’s head plowed through, he smashed his fist against Zone Fighter’s body. A strike against the slash across his chest prompted Zone Fighter to release his grip, allowing Ultraseven to spin and slam his left foot forward. Zone Fighter’s body vanished into a dust-filled haze, prompting Ultraseven to slow his descent. Hikaru reappeared in an instant, grabbing ahold of Ultraseven’s head and launching himself downward once more.
The warrior of light’s body flashed, fading out of existence and forming behind Hikaru, placing Zone Fighter into a chokehold. Zone Fighter’s right elbow slammed into Ultraseven’s side. Again and again the mighty blows struck Ultraseven until finally he gasped in pain. The choke hold’s strength melted away and Zone Fighter spiraled to deliver a mighty blow across Ultraseven’s face. Keeping pace with Zone Fighter’s strike, Ultraseven returned the blow with one of his own.
Ultraseven’s left hand smashed across Zone Fighter’s head.
Zone Fighter slammed his fist into Ultraseven’s nose.
Ultraseven screamed in defiance, uppercutting Zone Fighter’s chin.
Hikaru bellowed with fury, launching his knee into Ultraseven’s abdomen.
The blows continued to trade, each savage hit more violent than the last. Rocks exploded from the two’s trajectory, each unwilling to focus on anything other than the other fighter. Ultraseven and Zone Fighter’s hands slammed together, each trying to force the other back, but sheer willpower kept both on equal standing. Each let go of the other, smashing their respective right hands into their opponent’s head before putting some slight space between their foe to unleash their signature weapons.
Hikaru screamed in fury as the jewel atop his head channeled immense power, shining as bright as a star.
Ultraseven bellowed in rage, forming an L with his arms that glowed with insurmountable energy.
The Earth silenced them both.
Two, monstrous plumes of dust trailed into the air while the island trembled from their respective impacts. Rock rained across the landscape, creating a thin cloud of dust just above the ground which now barely possessed enough land to stay above sea level. From the silence that encompassed the isle, a red humanoid slowly rose from his crater.
The once stoic Ultra staggered onto higher ground, his movement sluggish compared to just a few moments prior. Seven gradually scanned the landscape for any sign of Zone Fighter, expecting to see him in a similar state or unable to stand within his own crater; however, as Ultraseven finished glancing over the area, he discovered no trace of the Meteor Man
Surely Zone Fighter’s body couldn’t have been completely vaporized from the ensuing impact. Could it be another ability? Cloaking, perhaps, or speed great enough to to prevent-
Ultraseven’s face snapped right. A shockwave of force rippled across his head while his body stumbled backward in response. The warrior’s arms flailed through the open air as he fumbled, trying to strike whatever hit him but as he recovered, Ultraseven glanced across the blackened landscape, watching a human-sized being wearing azure, alien armor touch down upon the Earth.
An endless repetition of harsh breathing plagued Hikaru’s ears. He lacked the strength to stay in his monstrous form, but even without his size or Critical Mass, he still possessed the strength of Zone Fighter, the will to press his body far beyond its limit and the foolishness to continue a fight he surely couldn’t win. No matter the odds, for as long as Ultraseven still threatened the world he promised to defend, he could not allow Ultraseven to win. With a defiant scream, Hikaru jettisoned himself toward Ultraseven and swung his right fist in defiance.
Inside the cockpit of a transport helicopter on the U.S.S. Cowpens, Audrey desperately searched for some type of guide or easy start up booklet for the craft she wished to commodere. She needed to understand the dozens of switches, buttons and levers across the control panel. If she didn’t Nick could… Audrey banished the thought and continued her frantic search.
She only had a few minutes until some crew or Elsie found her, and she couldn’t convince them to join her. With the vehicle marked as hazardous from damaged rotors from Cyber-Godzilla’s attack and its filters infiltrated with remnants of ash, no sane person would dare fly with her even…
“Hello, Mrs. Tatopoulos.”
Audrey’s body spun ninety degrees in fright, slamming against the side of the craft. Terrified eyes looked over the tiny human who stood upon the seat next to her, but as quickly as terror entered her, anger returned in force. Veins popped from Audrey’s forehead as she leaned closer to Moll.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t throw you out of this thing.”
Moll’s hands shook briefly. Her gaze remained unfocused, shifting with every breath but gradually her hands became rigid, her posture every more defiant.
“I have failed as a protector of Earth for the days that have past. My selfish desire to avoid the mistakes I’ve made has placed lives, innocent and good-natured, in peril that I can not ignore any longer. To correct these mistakes, I will help you search for those that are lost.”
Audrey’s face turned white in shock, but her composure quickly recovered, unamused at the shift.
“How exactly, are you,” Audrey exclaimed as she pointed to the priestess with her index finger, “going to help me? Can you fly this thing? No, then how?”
A confident smile appeared on Moll’s face, vanishing into a great shadow which blanketed not only the helicopter, but the vessel as well.
“I would recommend you hold onto something Mrs. Tatopoulos.”
Audrey rapidly strapped herself into her seat merely for the entire craft to shutter, shaking wildly as it flew off the ground in the grasp of Mothra Leo. The U.S.S. Cowpens swayed from the hurricane force winds. Men screamed in fright, with some firing their guns in self-defense, but the ship remained upright, allowing its members to watch the guardian fly toward the white anomaly with a helicopter in its grasp.
Deep breathing echoed inside the craft from Audrey while the steel hull creaked from Mothra’s claws.
“Wait, what about Hikaru? If Mothra’s carrying us in, who’s going to help him?”
Moll jumped atop the console and glanced over the horizon to the crimson, humanoid figure in the distance. Her eyes closed once more in concentration, focusing upon Zone Fighter’s mind and the memories within. She could perform no action to help the struggling warrior, only words and they would need to be enough.
Hikaru’s human-sized right arm collided with Seven’s right fist, creating a shockwave of air to erupt. The ground beneath Seven cracked in all directions from the force while pressure jettisoned Hikaru back toward the ground as a sickening snap echoed for both to hear. Hikaru touched down at an angle and continued to slide across the ground at a pace he couldn’t control, creating a dust trail as he desperately tried to slow himself with his extended left arm merely for a pile of rock to intercept his path.
Jagged rocks smashed into Hikaru’s back and cranium. All the air within his lungs immediately vacated as blood spewed from his jaws. The mighty warrior fell forward, colliding with the charred earth without any attempt to catch himself.
Harsh breathing escaped from Hikaru’s lips. Sight became nothing more to Hikaru than a constant blur. Blood seeped across the earth from his horribly fractured right arm and ruptured bruises across his body. If he could actually feel the full damage his body sustained, Hikaru couldn’t imagine the immense agony he’d experience. The warrior pressed against the ground in defiance, desperately trying to lift his minuscule weight with his left arm, but pain and fatigue chained him against the ground. Repeatedly Hikaru tried to raise himself, screaming against his inability until tears gradually began to fall from Hikaru’s eyes.
How could a hero break the promises he swore with all his heart to uphold?
How could he fail when so many needed him…
Ultraseven watched Zone Fighter’s human body remain stagnant, a weary breath venting as he realized the fight was finally at an end. The battle was one he never wished to fight, proving far closer than he ever thought possible, but at last, he could do what the universe needed. The anomalies represented a threat to all life on the planet, and a single human or a monster could not compare to the billions of lives at risk. If Zone Fighter lived, Ultraseven wished he would understand. The crimson warrior of light’s shoulder guards began to glisten with energy once more, his gaze turned to the sky and power sparked across his arms. With one final blast of his Wide Shot, the crystal blight upon the world would be brought to a swift end and the anomalies along with them.
The ground beneath Hikaru’s face began to sharpen in detail as the dizziness gradually began to fade and the pain, long dulled by his state of mind, struck him with the force of a tsunami. An earth-shattering migraine took control of the warrior’s mind, nearly deafening all of his other basic senses excluding the pain, so much so his body barely registered a gentle wind which blew past the fallen warrior.
“You’ve given up?”
Hikaru’s eyes widened from the voice. His mind briefly cleared from the question and his head jolted back in response. A being of light, one a few inches in size took shape in front of Hikaru who barely registered the new form. As the spirit finished forming, Moll opened her eyes to gaze upon Hikaru’s struggling form.
“How? Why?” Hikaru mumbled at a loss of words.
“Your mind is not clear. I am here to mend those wounds, to help the woman you desperately seek to protect from the misery you know so well.”
Tears and droplets of blood struck the rock beneath Hikaru’s head which sunk in despair. “I couldn’t keep my word… I never could… ”
The priestess turned away from the Meteor Man, gazing upon the crimson humanoid who stood ready to obliterate the floating field of crystals hundreds of meters above them.
“I can not deny your path in life is filled with despair. The great loss you’ve experienced, I would not wish it upon even the most heinous being. But from your dread derives a gift not even I possess. In your memories, and even today, I can see no matter how desperate or hopeless a fight, you always stood for those that can’t stand for themselves. I, in my times of weakness, can not say the same.”
Moll’s stoic stance broke for just a moment, eyes wandering to the ground in self-doubt before her pose returned, her head held high.
“Now, like you’ve done so many times,” Moll asserted, raising her right arm upward with a clenched fist and a smile glowing with confidence. “Stand once more, Hikaru.”
Moll’s essence faded into glittering sparks of residual energy, revealing Ultraseven’s figure in the distance to Hikaru whose eyes focused upon him like a hawk. A spark of resistance flashed within Hikaru’s eyes. The warrior smashed his left arm into the ground, fracturing the rigid earth for dozens of meters in all directions as he easily pushed himself up, agony unable to halt his movement. Hikaru staggered to his feet, blood dripping off his form as he took a fighting pose. With Seven no longer focusing on him and needing a boost of adrenaline, Hikaru grabbed his shattered right arm and pressed against fractured bone .
Broken bone impacted torn muscle, unleashing a shockwave of pain from the corresponding nerves. The desperately needed boost of adrenaline flowed hand in hand with agony through Hikaru’s beaten body. His eyes bolted open. Teeth scraped against the other. Slight growls echoed as Hikaru desperately held his breath before he unleashed a yell with the force of a monster’s roar.
Ultraseven’s gaze pivoted to the destitute landscape as a war cry echoed past him and an explosion of dust jettisoned skyward. The warrior of light instantly brought up his arms in the form of an X, ready to deflect the incoming assault. He couldn’t see his adversary’s miniature form, but he knew a strike would be imminent.
Hikaru felt himself rocket through the air at a speed never experienced in his human form. His left fist condensed so tightly that blood oozed from the open wounds across it.
One final punch. With his right arm shattered and his adrenaline fading fast, he needed one definitive strike against his opponent and as his target neared, Hikaru brought his fist down with all the monstrous force of Zone Fighter.
Inhuman strength shattered the earth opposing Hikaru’s punch. Fissures split beneath Ultraseven’s stance. The warrior of light’s defensive stature loosened, parting the warrior’s arms as Hikaru’s form jettisoned directly up and glided mere feet from the warrior of light’s chest. Hikaru’s legs retracted, his eyes remained focused upon his target and as Ultraseven’s jawline neared, Hikaru unleashed one final warcry of defiance.
The defiant Peacelander’s war cry echoed as his legs jettisoned forward, striking the bottom jaw of Ultraseven. Seven’s head jolted back instantly. The crossed arms of Ultraseven flung into the air like a ragdoll, his body momentarily lifting into the air before crashing back down, head-first, with a colossal thud. Ultraseven’s head rolled to the right, his fingers twitched and subconsciousness gradually took hold of the valiant defender of Earth.
A mere blue dot rotating high above the ground, Hikaru’s body spun like a leaf caught in the wind. His bloodshot eyes looked over Ultraseven’s fallen body with terror but as he remained stagnant, a smile of relief formed on Hikaru’s face. Tears of victory rolled from the warrior’s eyes as a new sensation suppressed the pain of his shattered body, intensifying as he noticed Mothra Leo fly through the white anomaly.
The satisfaction of a promise kept and a world saved from destruction.
Winner: Zone FighterK.W.C. // June 20, 2019
Author: Matthew Williams | Banner: Matthew Williams
A calm breeze blew by a small red monster, who stood a few steps away from the edge of a steep cliff, staring at the rising morning sun. Pigmon, the only friendly creature that inhabited the Lawless Monster Zone, was very relaxed due to the soothing weather. This was his favorite spot to rest at in a time like this, not just for its gorgeous view of the vast ocean, but of its significance as a sight of remembrance.
Standing next to Pigmon were three man-made wooden crosses, with noticeable lumps of dirt in front of each. Years ago, there had been a group of scientists that had visited this tropical-volcanic island to perform research. The team went missing, with all but one of the members perishing from the vicious creatures that lurked on the island. Pigmon knew that in one of these graves where the remains of one of his ancestors, who befriended one of the surviving scientists and was remembered by the Scientist Patrol for his heroic act in distracting one of the most feared monsters that roamed the Lawless Monster Zone. A fiend that had been brought down from his pedestal of power by the combined forces of the Science Special Search party and Ultraman, but would later rise again to threaten another group of researchers that made their expedition to this land. That time, his reign of terror would come to an end by a robot that had come to rescue the explorers, Jet Jaguar.
Pigmon would always remember that day when he met that friendly, size-shifting machine, who had saved him from that violent monster. But he wondered how many days have passed since he last saw it, and how it was doing right now. He hoped that one day, the machine and humans would arrive again, hopefully well prepared for the dangers that lied within the island.
After spending a few minutes watching the morning sun and accompanying the graves of the scientists and his own kin, Pigmon skipped away to return to the lush jungles, where he needed to be cautious like always.
The peaceful sounds of birds chirping echoed throughout the overgrown jungle, while Pigmon wobbled onward. The friendly creature moved at a slow but steady pace, being careful with his navigation around the carnivorous plant life forms, Suflan. The sentient plant life had been responsible for the deaths of many Pigmons and one of the first groups of scientists that visited this place, for their vines could easily entangle around their prey and use the large leaf located on the tip to suck the blood from them like a leech. Pigmon kept a good distance away from the Suflan, not bothering to pick up the empty food cans and the blood-stained coat that the murdered scientist once owned. After a few careful navigations to get around the killer plants, the friendly monster was able to make a safe escape and hopped away.
During his search for breakfast, Pigmon happened to stumble upon the spot that he tended to avoid, where the vicious monster lay buried within an avalanche that Jet Jaguar caused. Pigmon avoided that spot for good reason, for he feared that the beast would suddenly wake up at any time. Knowing the right decision, Pigmon turned around to waddle away.
But only after taking a few steps, Pigmon squeaked when he heard rocks tumbling down from the cliff. Looking back, he saw the piles of rubble collapsing, with a familiar snarl accompanying it. A voice that Pigmon and any inhabitants of the Lawless Monster Zone dreaded to hear, echoing from within. The stacked-up rocks and dirt were launched into the air, revealing the awakening ruler of the island, Red King. Pigmon made panicked, monkey-like sounds when he saw the towering creature rising out of its supposed grave, flailing his hands as he retreated away as fast as possible.
Red King didn’t notice the small, red creature, more concentrated in rubbing the dirt off his yellowish-green skin. The reptilian brute snarled in anger, remembering the day he was beaten for the second time. The day he was knocked out cold by Ultraman was embarrassing enough, but to lose to that colorful, humanoid machine was something he wouldn’t let go. He threw a tantrum by slamming his foot on the rocky surface beneath, shrieking in anger for how humiliated he felt. He now swore that he would resume training to become more powerful, and when the chance came if he saw either one of those two that defeated him, he would show no mercy to them.
Red King’s tantrum soon came to a halt when he heard a shrilling cry, coming from a mile away. He had never heard this sound before. Perhaps from a new monster that he never seen before? The only way for him to find out was to climb his way up to the mountain and see for himself. Red King moved onward to find the source of the sound, but on his way to the top, he discovered the carcass of a Magular. Another species of monster that roamed the island that Red King had only encountered once. That individual met its end at the hands of the SSSP and their advanced weaponry, but something was off about this second specimen. Red King noticed several bite and claw marks across the underground monster’s motionless body, matching nothing he had seen from any of the island’s other residents. It was as if the killer had tried to strip the carcass’ flesh, but was unable to tear through Magular’s rock-like hide. Not only that, but Red King’s nostrils picked up a foul scent lingering around, and it didn’t take the brute long to find where it came from.
The brute spotted a deep, cavernous vent a short distance away from the dead Magular. Falling in one of these volcanic openings would lead to a slow, painful death from the molten steam leaking out, and Red King was familiar of the dangers. But the foul scent seemed to drift from within the chamber, as well as several more unfamiliar scents. The trails of repugnant stenches made it seem as if demons had climbed out of the depths of hell and scattered about. Curious about this, Red King decided to follow one of the scent trails, which guided him across the valley to the broken body of Chandlar. Up at the top of his hill, Red King snorted when the gut-wrenching scent of the dead beast’s rotting corpse struck his nostrils. Lying in the exact same spot where he’d left it, the one-winged monster’s body had seen better days, with most of its flesh and skin rotted away. But for some odd reason, Red King noticed the corpse was twitching and shaking, which made him narrow his eyes.
Unsettling sounds of aggression was heard when the visitor of the Lawless Monster Zone revealed itself, climbing on Chandlar’s corpse while licking the disgusting blood off its face with its elongated, triple-forked tongues. Despite being smaller, the body of this odd creature was unlike any monster that Red King had ever seen. It vaguely resembled a black lizard with long frontal legs, but lacked any hind appendages. Instead, it had a very long, serpentine tail that could be lifted off the ground. What caught Red King’s attention, however, since he had been dubbed as ”the Skull Monster” at times, was the creature’s skull-like head that resembled that of a mosasaurs.
Unsatisfied by the foul flesh of Chandlar, it saw Red King as something that’ll control his unsustainable hunger. Not caring what the towering monster was capable of, the Skullcrawler released the same shrilling shriek that Red King had heard. Without hesitation, the lizard leaped high in the air before Red King could do something. The ruler of the island backed away when the subterranean fiend latched onto him with its coiling tail, attempting to deliver a nasty bite. But since the Skullcrawler was a small monster and lightweight, Red King effortlessly yanked the reptile off before slamming him head first against the solid rock surface below. The Skullcrawler shrieked from the painful impact and squirmed about before being kicked by its prey, but it instantly recovered its footing and hissed in anger.
The fearless Skullcrawler swiftly zipped between the bumpy creature’s legs to avoid Red King’s swinging fist and began hastily climbing the green brute’s bumpy body from behind. The ravenous lizard’s talons left shallow cuts in his back, but Red King ignored it and reached back, grasping the small fiend’s head. The hypervore shrieked as it was easily dispatched like last time and tossed to the ground, flailing its arms and tail in an attempt to flip over as it made one more cry that was the loudest it had ever spoken.
The cry, along with its life, was soon silenced when Red King slammed his left foot on its throat. Not only was its windpipe crushed, but the force was enough to make its spine snap like a twig, thus ending the Skullcrawler’s life. Red King snarled in disappointment as he removed his foot. The intruder was way too easy to kill, and hardly had a fair chance to inflict any real damage to him. This infuriated the savage giant, stamping his feet against the rocky ground as he sought out something to unleash his fury upon.
Climbing on the cliff behind him, another Skullcrawler shrieked before it swiftly lunged forth, biting down on Red King’s leg. The green skull monster shrieked loudly when he felt the raw force of the black lizard’s bite. Although not enough to draw blood, it did cause a minor stress fracture on his leg. Red King reached out to clench tightly on his ambusher’s tail and forcefully yanked the lizard away before throwing it to the side, in which he just happened to throw it at yet another Skullcrawler. The two lizards groaned when they lay on the ground before they both got up, letting loose vicious hisses in an attempt to look threatening.
Red King would have grinned if he could. If there were more of these famished monsters raiding his island home, then they could prove themselves as worthy opponents, not by raw strength but in numbers. Flexing his knuckles, Red King shrieked loudly before he made his first move, kicking a boulder at the two Skullcrawlers. The propelled stone struck one of the skull-headed lizards while the other dashed in, only to be struck in the chin by Red King’s lifted knee. The Skullcrawler whimpered from the force trauma to his lower jaw before falling on his side, where Red King lifted it up and mercilessly slugged the monster in the face.
The second Skullcrawler pounced on Red King’s back, forcing him to release its bruised packmate. The latched-on reptile lashed out with its whiplash tongue, wrapping it around its intended prey’s neck and squeezing in a constricting grip. Red King shrieked and swung his body around to try and remove the tiny naga-reptile, but the Skullcrawler made it even more difficult when its tail snaked around the green brute’s left arm, pulling it away so that it couldn’t reach its binding tongue. The other Skullcrawler ignored its aching jaw and lunged in to attack, by biting down on Red King’s tail and shaking its jaws roughly.
Red King coughed and gagged as he tried to breathe. He could feel the elongated tongue squeezing his neck so hard that it cut into his windpipe. But no matter how hard it constricted, it would never weaken his strength. Red King’s right hand slowly reached out to the tongue and clenched onto it for a second, before he suddenly pulled away, ripping it in half. The Skullcrawler made an agonizing scream as the organ was shredded like paper and it collapsed to the ground, flailing and screaming. Red King chuckled at the suffering devil, tossing the yanked tongue aside before he twirled around, tearing the other Skullcrawler from his tail with the momentum and flinging it away, where it crashed into the Chandler carcass.
Rage and agony fueled within the wounded Skullcrawler’s mind as blood gushed from its jaw. The reptile knew that it was weakened without his tongue, but its determination to feed overrode the instinct to flee. As its pack mate crawled off Chandler’s body, both creatures rushed in at the same time, releasing high pitch shrieks from their jaws that revealed dozens of jagged teeth within. Red King swiftly turned around, whacking the second reptile’s skull-face to knock it aside before faced directly at the other, catching the Skullcrawler as it tried tried to pounce on the fanged giant. Without any effort, Red King easily slammed the Skullcrawler down on the hard surface of granite, throwing up chunks of stone and clouds of dirt with the impact. The black lizard shrieked from the harsh impact, its ribs cracking under the intense force of the blow.
Red King, being the sadistic monster that he was, pinned the injured Skullcrawler with his foot and grabbed onto the tail. The gluttonous devil scrapped the rocky ground with its taloned forelimbs in the desperate attempt to crawl away, but its lightweight body was unable to slip away from the fifty-five thousand tons of Red King’s sole. After a few tugs, the green skull monster cried out in victory as the pinned Skullcrawler’s long tail was ripped off, snarling with cruel glee as he listened to the worthless monster’s cries. The second Skullcrawler got up and recklessly zoomed in without caring, springing up and extending its claws as its jaws opened for the kill. Red King quickly jerked to the side and wrapped his arm around the ravenous predator’s neck, shrieking as he used his favorite technique to finish off his opponent. Being a smaller creature that he was, the Skullcrawler felt his neck being crushed without resistance in the chokehold, only able to make a weakening wheeze that soon turned into gurgle when foam oozed out of its jaws, stained to a bright red color by the blood that gushed out of the stump that once was the lizard’s tongue.
Within seconds, the second Skullcrawler met his end from the suffocation and blood loss. When his lifeless body was tossed away, Red King then ended the other’s life by kicking the injured creature’s chest, shattering the rib-cage completely as one of the broken bones punctured the heart. The tailless Skullcrawler lay on his side, lifting his head to make a weakening groan before its movements ceased.
Red King’s fists pounded his chest and he roared loudly. The fight was still a little too easy for him. As fun as it is to crush these annoying pests, it was too easy to overwhelm them. Despite their crafty tactic of trying to suffocate him, they hardly had a chance.
If only they were about as tall as he…
Soon enough, Red King got his wish, when he heard another shriek from another one of those skull monster wannabes. However, it sounded a lot more different than the other three that he slaughtered, having a deeper voice that carried a more threatening tone. Red King turned to face the Skullcrawler that made the cry, narrowing his eyes when he saw it.
The fourth Skullcrawler revealed itself, standing taller than before. Although she was a few meters shorter then Red King, the subterranean beast was way taller than the previous three. Like the monitor lizards it resembled, the naga-reptile flickered her forked tongue to pick up particles in the air, before looking down at one of her deceased smaller relatives and suddenly lifted it up with her prehensile tongue. With no haste that showed her kind’s sickening and gluttonous true nature, the big Skullcrawler gobbled up the tongueless lizard without chewing, gulping the entire lifeless body down whole. The Skullcrawler cackled when she gazed at the disgusted Red King, who swept his tail as he emitted an intimidating shriek.
The two titans stared off at one another, seemingly understanding one another for how much they are alike. Both are dubbed as “skull monsters” with their skull-shaped faces and their sadistic nature to attack and kill any living beings they come across, with the shared preference to any creature within their height range. As much as they were alike, they saw the one thing from within each other that set them apart – their ideals.
Red King is a violent monster, infamously remembered by many for how ruthless and destructive he is. But the only reason he chose to be a merciless beast is to prove himself as the strongest, always challenging anything that he sees to prove he is the best, hence why he had killed so many for satisfaction and not usually for hunger. The alpha Skullcrawler, and many of her lesser kin too, were merciless killers, always stalking any prey they find before instantly going for the kill. But instead of having the same goal that Red King wished to achieve, they hunt only for food, much like any other wildlife predators in order to survive. However, their extreme metabolism required immense amounts of food, forcing them to always keep on consuming, making them just as dangerous, if not worse than Red King. Much like a king cobra preying upon rat snakes, cannibalism on smaller Skullcrawlers is common for the bigger ones, as well as fights between one another over carcasses.
Red King flexed his knuckles while the mature Skullcrawler scraped the ground, with both savage beasts letting loose a battle cry. They charged forth and slammed against each other, grappling onto the other as the two reptile wrested for dominance. The alpha Skullcrawler grabbed hold of Red King with her serpentine tail, wrapping it around the green lizard’s waist as Red King grabbed the naga’s neck, pushing the armored head away to keep those gnashing jaws at bay with one arm as he wrestled to break free from the constricting tail with the other. The weight of the alpha Skullcrawler forced Red King to the floor, but the green bully refused to submit, viciously pounding her skull-face with his fist. The giant Skullcrawler then snapped at Red King’s right wrist to loosen his grip and swiftly crawled away from the brute, with her tail still wrapped around his body. The Skullcrawler turned on the spot to swing her loosening tail and toss Red King, watching as her enemy was sent hurtling through the air before crashing to the solid surface of granite.
Red King made pig-like squeals when he landed on the ground, flinching from the collision for a brief second before he started to stand, but in the time doing so, the big Skullcrawler had already moved up close to him. The hungry monster’s open jaws bit down on Red King’s bumpy neck, driving a loud shriek of pain out of the giant as rows of sharp teeth sank into his hide. Blood spilled out across the bumpy skin of Red King, who screamed loudly from the intense pain. The agony was worse than the time where the first Chandler bit his arm, an injury which took several months to make a recovery from that. In a desperate attempt, the bipedal, saurian-like beast slugged the skull-headed freak as hard as he could, ignoring the pressuring pain when the jaws chewed deeper. Despite that his powerful punches were unable to cause a crack on the bony head, he was able to get the Skullcrawler’s toothy grip to loosen. Red King’s gripped the blood-stained jaws, slowly forcing them apart to release his neck before he shoved the lizard away. The Skullcrawler shrieked angrily and tried to snap at his throat, but Red King rolled to the side to avoid getting bitten again.
Just as his prey was about to rise up again, the naga’s tail moved around and yanked Red King’s leg, causing him to trip and fall again. The king of the Lawless Monster Zone shrieked again when the Skullcrawler’s tail dragged him back, but just then, Red King reached out to grab his opponent’s leg and pulled it out from under her. The big Skullcrawler cried out as she fell, slowly being dragged closer to her enemy.
Red King gave the Skullcrawler a wrathful glare, his crossed eyes staring at the frightening eyes of the intruder of the island. Despite his bleeding neck, he still had plenty of energy left to continue the fight, determination pushing aside the pain coursing through him. And since the wound could take a long time to recover from, he decided to make sure that the reptile would regret coming here in the first place. Letting loose a wrathful scream, Red King repeatedly beat up the Skullcrawler with his fists, growing more and more violent with each punch landed on the dense skull head and the durable, charcoal-black hide.
As a concussion began to develop in the Skullcrawler, Red King held onto her head with one arm while he reached the tail that was binding his leg, but the limb jerked back and knocked the brute off his feet. The alpha Skullcrawler shrieked and shook her head, but Red King was able to get back up and kicked her, causing the hypervore devil to roll away before the green giant could recover. The mature Skullcrawler let loose an angry scream as she jumped in the air, only to be knocked back in midair when she was slammed by Red King’s bulk.
About a mile away, Pigmon squeaked as he felt the ground shudder from the Skullcrawler crashing into the ground and make another haunting shriek. The friendly monster was full of anxiety, but not because the most feared beast of the Lawless Monster Zone was back. He was being watched. During the battle between Red King and the invading Skullcrawlers, Pigmon had encountered one of the skull-faced monstrosities – a smaller one roughly about the size of a bovine, which was currently after his own blood.
Pigmon couldn’t handle it. The eye contact with that horrific monster was just about as scary as being spotted by Red King. That moment when he gazed at the creature’s face, it made his pulse race, feeling like he was about to die at any second. By some fortunate or dumb luck, Pigmon was able to get away from the Skullcrawler, but he knew that it wouldn’t give up that easily. He knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance to fight it, but he knew that someone else would…
Pigmon looked around while he kept waddling, looking to see if that two-legged devil was still after him. When he turned around, he saw it, approaching from a few miles away. As an act of cockiness or foolishness, Pigmon waved his hands and emitted his monkey-like cries, taunting the predator that it couldn’t catch him. Seeing the mocking creature standing there like a sitting duck, the Skullcrawler immediately went after him, emitting that terrible cry that would scare off anything smaller than it. Pigmon instantly skipped away as quickly as his legs could carry him, constantly making panicking noises. He navigated through the trees, hoping that they would get in the monster’s way and slow it down. But even as a newborn, the small Skullcrawler easily shattered through the trees, closing in on its fleeing prey. Soon, the hideous being extended its whiplash tongue and lunged to wrap around Pigmon, dooming all hope of survival for the friendly monster.
When Pigmon was about to be lifted and pulled into the nightmarish view of the Skullcrawler’s mouth, something latched onto the predatory monster’s neck. It was a vine tendril of a Suflan. The Skullcrawler’s tongue released Pigmon and tried to tear off the plant’s appendage, but several more vines of the living organisms reached out and wrapped around the lizard’s limbs to make it impossible for it to escape, like how an octopus would easily restrain its prey’s movements. Pigmon got up and looked at the struggling Skullcrawler, listening to its unsettling screams as the leaves of the Suflan began to suck away its blood. Pigmon sighed in relief that his idea had worked. He never thought that the most dangerous plant in the island could unintentionally saved his life.
The friendly monster hopped away, leaving his pursuer to slowly die by the tendrils of Suflan. But as he advanced forward, he heard two similar cries of those skull monsters from afar, making him aware that he was far from being safe.
Staggering back after getting tail whipped, Red King’s bumpy back was slammed against the wall of a cliff, causing it to shake with several rocks falling on him. This was exactly what the green-skull monster wanted. Even though this big Skullcrawler was far tougher and smarter than he thought she would be, it was something that would provide an exciting challenge. Red King quickly moved aside when he saw the two-legged freak springing in the air, chuckling when he saw her crashing against the solid wall of rock.
Red King quickly stomped on the Skullcrawler’s tail, pinning it down while he reached out to grab the lizard’s neck. Red King constantly roared to reveal his savage nature as he repeatedly slammed his enemy’s bony head against the smashed-up cliff, enjoying the peril cries of his enemy. Above the edge of the tall rock, a smaller Skullcrawler crept up, looking down at the alpha being dominated by Red King. Remaining silent, the lesser lizard jumped off the cliff and grasped onto the green monster’s head. Red King backed away and shrieked in surprise, but quickly recovered and pulled the small Skullcrawler off. Bringing the squirming creature closer, he bit down on its neck. His teeth tore through the glutinous fiend’s charcoal-black skin and snapped the spinal cord as he started to gnaw deeper, silencing the squirming Skullcrawler instantly.
Red King tossed the lifeless creature aside, getting a little sick of the crafty devils that continued to interrupt him. But with how small and frail they are, he had nothing to worry about asides for the big one. Red King turned to face the alpha Skullcrawler, where once again, he was surprised by the tall bonehead as she jumped in to attack. Red King was brought down and pinned to the ground by the naga, making the same pig-like squeals when his bumpy skin on his chest was pierced by the Skullcrawler’s lethal claws. The hypervore predator hissed with delight, pleased that she could finally end this battle and take down her latest prey, which was sure to satisfy her for a long time. But even through his movements were restricted, Red King still refused to let this creature take him down, as he raised his left hand to grab his enemy by the throat. The Skullcrawler screeched in annoyance as she was pushed away, unable to reach her living meal’s throat with his jaws. Red King tried to keep the creature away, but with the Skullcrawler weighing down on him, it was but a matter of time before his strength would finally give in. He would need to find something to get this monster off, and fast.
Thankfully, luck was on Red King’s side, as he looked down and discovered the severed arm of Jet Jaguar. After all this time of being isolated in this barren no-man zone, it had remained intact, despite having a few dents here and there. Not hesitating, Red King reached out and grabbed the metal arm. Upon grappling the appendage of the heroic machine, Red King gave out a loud scream and he slammed it at the Skullcrawler, striking her right eye.
The Skullcrawler rolled to the side after being struck by the metallic limb, making a painful screech after receiving a black eye from the punch, which seems to fuel her anger just as much as Red King’s. The two skull monsters soon recovered and rose, continuing their vicious clash that just wouldn’t end.
As the two giants resumed their violent battle, Pigmon cried out in fear as he was cornered by the cliff, watching two lesser Skullcrawlers move closer. One of them moved in for the kill, but the other shoved it aside as it tried the same, the overwhelming hunger felt by both lizards refusing to let them share the meal. The two hypervore predators glared and hissed before they instantly attacked one another, with such feral behavior seen by Komodo Dragons whenever they fight over carcasses. The first Skullcrawler bit down on his rival’s neck, only to lose its right eye as it was clawed in the face, which only made the starving creature viciously shake his attacker. Pigmon took his chance to sneak away from his stalkers, seeing that they were occupied with killing each other. As he rounded the corner, unfortunately, he came face-to-face with another Skullcrawler, far larger than the pair behind him.
The naga opened its jaws and roared loudly, but was then interrupted when the steep rock face next to the duo burst, shrieking when it was rammed by something else. The two Skullcrawlers halted their fight while Pigmon fell from the rumbling vibrations of the ground, surprised to see the Skullcrawler’s ambusher was a Magular, a subterranean inhabitant of the Lawless Monster Zone. The friendly monster was confused. He thought the thorny devil-like creature had been neutralized long ago, but it seemed that the rocky reptile was not the only one of its kind. But this wasn’t the time for Pigmon to think about it. As he got back up, Magular chewed on the Skullcrawler’s throat, his dark-gray teeth and tusks spearing through the dense hide. Blood spilled out of the punctured throat and the maw of the hungry monster as its jugular was cut off, resulting in a painful death. The remaining Skullcrawlers watched Magular, who stood up and screeched in triumph. Before the duo could do anything, they were crushed when another Chandlar landed on them, easily crushing them to death.
Magular faced the winged creature, and then looked at the left as another tall, but still young Skullcrawler made a beeline for them. The two beasts of the Lawless Monster Zone gazed at each other briefly, seemingly agreeing on forming a brief truce, so they could bring down something just as dangerous as Red King. With Magular dashing in and Chandlar taking off to the skies, Pigmon quickly retreated away as the two giants took care of the intruder of their island home.
The alpha Skullcrawler cackled as she caught Red King in the grasp of her lengthy tail, spinning around to drag the monster across the rough terrain before flinging him afar, watching as he crashed down at the entrance of the jungle. The green kaiju groggily got up and rubbed his aching head, now having lost all his patience with his enemy, especially when he saw three more of the lesser skull reptiles approaching. He didn’t want to do this since they were easy to kill, but since he was getting tired and in bad shape, he had no choice but to use his secret technique as his last resort.
As the alpha and her lesser subjects moved closer, Red King pounded his fists on his chest, concentrating as heat energy channeled through his palms. During this, he spread his arms as they combusted in an explosion, taking the lizards by surprise. Flames leapt across Red King’s fists, with no sign of discomfort from the bumpy beast as he smashed them together. When the lesser Skullcrawlers charged in, one of them was instantly killed as Red King swung his fist into chest, shattering the ribcage when the colliding fire fist triggered an explosion. The second Skullcrawler wrapped its tail around the gremlin-like creature’s leg, but ended up having his entire spine shattered when Red King brought his burning hands down, swiftly killing it like the first. The third Skullcrawler foolishly bit down on Red King’s hand, only to scream in agony as the flames charred the insides of its mouth. The green skull monster almost pitied the savage devil as he flawlessly twisted its neck. It amazed him how reckless these creatures were compared to him, if they thought biting down on fire was a smart decision.
Dread crept through the alpha Skullcrawler when Red King looked right at her, feeling a bit intimidated as her gaze lingered on the blazing hands and how they killed off the smaller members of her kind. Seeing that her enemy was now too dangerous to bother with, the hypervore hunter began to make a retreat. Red King didn’t tolerate the creature’s cowardliness. She didn’t deserve to live, not after all the struggles and injuries he went through from their fight. Red King cried out and kicked a nearby boulder, sending the huge rock high into the air before it fell, diving directly at the back of the fleeing Skullcrawler. Red King listened to the shrill cries of the alpha as it impacted, cackling as he moved closer to the squirming lizard so he could end the battle.
As the Skullcrawler regained her footing, she didn’t have the time to evade or counter the fiery uppercut from Red King, in which she felt the merciless brute’s incinerating punch strike her jaw. The big Skullcrawler screeched in agony from the force of the explosion, causing him to shrill achingly, leaving the titan wide open for Red King to finish her off in whatever way his twisted imagination came up with. The ruler of the Lawless Monster Zone decided to make the giant Skullcrawler suffer by pummeling him with his explosive fists. With each punch delivered, the Skullcrawler cried out in agony from the blasts. Not even her thick hide or dense skull armor could aid her in enduring the humiliating torture.
Red King delivered a powerful uppercut to the hypervore predator’s gut, causing her to regurgitate a stream of blood and stomach bile, along with the digested remains of the deceased Skullcrawler that she had devoured. The alpha couldn’t withstand much longer, her legs trembling in fear and exhaustion. But she couldn’t lose. The need to consume was overwhelming.
Red King’s eyes narrowed in disgust when the tall Skullcrawler opened her jaws wide and let out a weak, but fierce roar. Deciding it was time to finish her, Red King briefly concentrated his aim, channeled the fire that coated his right fist, and thrust it directly into the invader’s mouth. A loud cracking boom was heard when an explosion sets off within the Skullcrawler’s cranium, bits of burning bones and flesh thrown into the air and scattered around. The vision blackened instantly for the prideful and mighty alpha of the invasive Skullcrawlers, who made a faint wheeze before Red King shoved her away and watched the naga’s lifeless body crash onto the ground, no longer making any sounds or movements.
Red King ceased the flames emitting from his hands and looked around, not seeing any more of the skull devils approaching. The victorious skull monster roared in triumph. His fight may not be quite as satisfying as he hoped for with those smaller devils being crafty but frail, but the brawl with the big one and the injuries he received did made the fight feel at least worth it, and being another step of progress to become the strongest kaiju on this planet.
Red King looked at the side, snarling when he heard the victorious cries of Magular and Chandlar, as they too had managed to beat another Skullcrawler. Magular moved away and he picked up another Skullcrawler, dragging it into the hole he came out of, while Chandlar began to feast upon the dead lizard in front of him. Red King snarled at the giants that were like the ones he fought in the past, but did not rush in to attack as he usually would. He was feeling too sore to fight anyone, and would need to wait for the next few months so that he could make a full recovery. Red King limped away to the mountains, where he would hide so that he can heal his wounds. In time, he would rise and resume fighting to become the strongest of all.
Miles away, Pigmon could see Red King’s figure disappearing into the mountains. As much as he feared him, he was glad that he won this grizzly fight. He would much rather have Red King roaming around then having the island being raided with the frightening Skullcrawlers, who would have eaten everything should the green lizard fall. Pigmon then skipped away, leaving the ravaged area so he could go somewhere far more peaceful and quiet.
Deep in the seemingly bottomless vent, a series of shrilling shrieks echoed within the depths, as if the opening was like a gateway to hell where savage demons thrived. Should Red King have come across this, it would have been a hint that there were still more Skullcrawlers roaming down in the depths, slowly tunneling their way to a more suitable location with plenty of food to fill their empty stomachs. Should these devil-like lizards reach to the lands of civilization, humanity could only hope that Ultraman would come to defend them from the gluttonous swarm of the Skullcrawlers.
Winner: Red KingK.W.C. // June 10, 2019
Author: Matthew Freese | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski
An ancient colossus moved beneath the waves around the Bikini Atoll. This colossus was known as Godzilla, a mere legend of man proved true. Blackened burn marks covered his body, blood leaked from various wounds, and his internal supply of radiation was low. Godzilla sensed radiation nearby, filling him with hunger. He simply hoped nothing would interfere this time.
In a bunker miles away from the Bikini Atoll, a group of highly esteemed people gathered. High ranking officers of the U.S. military, scientists, and high-ranking members of the group Monarch watched as Godzilla moved closer to the nuclear bomb known as Castle Bravo.
“Are you sure this will kill Godzilla?” stated one of the Monarch officials, beginning to doubt the nuclear behemoth even could be killed.
“Of course it will, this bomb’s the strongest we’ve ever made. Nothing could survive this one,” bragged a general, a cocky grin forming on his face. “That lizard’s as good as dead,” he added.
Another Monarch official began to speak, only to be silenced by one of the scientists, holding a pair of binoculars, exclaiming “He’s surfacing!”
Everyone clamored to the viewing window of the bunker, the one’s lucky enough to get there first grabbing binoculars. “Gentlemen, get ready to witness history!” proclaimed a scientist as he pressed the button to trigger the detonation.
On that day, they would witness history. But not in the way they thought.
Godzilla breached the surface, his head rising high into the air. He looked at the source of the radiation he sensed, a yellow object resting upon the shore. Godzilla groaned, fully aware of what would come next. He braced himself.
A tremendous shockwave miles wide tore through the surrounding area, followed by a horrific wave of heat. Trees, along with whatever else was unfortunate enough to be nearby, on the surrounding isles were reduced to ash by the devastating power. An overpowering noise bellowed for all within miles to hear, nearly deafening the people in the far off bunker.
“What the hell was that?” shouted the general, his ears still ringing.
“There m-must have been a miscalculation somewhere, the bomb wasn’t supposed to be nearly that powerful!” stammered out one of the scientists. “A miscalculation!”
An admiral cut in, enraged. “Do you realize the damage that had to have done? We’ll be lucky if we don’t die of radiation poisoning!”
“Did it at least kill Godzilla?” questioned a Monarch official, receiving a multitude of angry glares in response.
“How could that have possibly not killed him?” yelled a scientist at the top of his lungs.
Before the whole bunker could devolve into a bickering contest, they were all cut off by the almost timid voice of another Monarch official watching through binoculars. “G-guys, you might want to see this…”
Godzilla’s eyes slowly opened. Every nerve in his body burned with agony as he slowly sank beneath the raging waters. If it hadn’t been for the insane amounts of radiation the blast released, he wouldn’t have survived. As his body absorbed the nuclear energy and healed itself, Godzilla began slowly making his way to the surface. The nuclear behemoth rose from the water, now seeing that the explosion had thrown him a great distance. He looked down, now realizing his chest armor had been scorched black. He began to swim forward, toward the source of the explosion and hopefully more radiation, when a horrid bellow struck his ears. Then the water a few hundred meters before him began to rise, as if something massive was surfacing. Another booming roar echoed across the waters, but its source was much further away and behind Godzilla, causing him to ignore it.
“How is it still alive?” screamed the general, his fists clenched and shaking violently.
“It’s the radiation, it has to be!” a Monarch official stated.
“We’ll either need to produce megaton level explosions without radiation, or make a nuclear bomb so powerful Godzilla doesn’t have a body to regenerate,” added a scientist.
“If we keep building bigger bombs, we’ll destroy ourselves before Godzilla ever gets a chance to,” grimly claimed another Monarch official.
As the inhabitants of the bunker argued amongst themselves, a scientist watching the behemoth dropped his binoculars, his hands shaking and covered with sweat. His breathing heavy, he stammered out three words that gave even the hardiest men pause. “There’s two Godzillas!”
Standing before Godzilla, there stood a smoldering monster of fresh creation, its stance upright. It had green scales charred black, small round eyes with pinprick pupils, and jagged dorsal spines jutting from its back. It was bulky, not quite as much as its counterpart, as he stood a head taller than the new creature, but it clearly still had muscle. The second Godzilla’s eyes darted back and forth, his head jerking from side to side.
The primordial Godzilla carefully stepped forward, recognizing the roar of anguish from this new arrival. The first Godzilla considered interacting with this creature that resembled himself, but before he could do anything, another roar sounded just behind the original Godzilla, followed by a rising bulge of water. Before the primordial beast could react, a pair of short, muscular arms burst from the water and dug their claws into him. The water fell away, revealing another massive creature, its sharp teeth bared in a snarl. Its scales were black, and uniform three-pronged spines ran down its back. The third Godzilla continued pushing against the alpha-predator, who braced himself. Breaking away, the primordial Godzilla turned to meet his new foe. The alpha-predator let out a mighty roar directly into the face of the black leviathan, who responded with a roar of his own. The two titans collided, locking hands and shoving against the other.
“There’s three of them now? Why, how?” an admiral stammered out.
“Why do all three look different? Are they all separate species?” questioned a scientist.
“The latter two may be evolutionary branch offs of the first Godzilla’s species, both awakened or attracted by Castle Bravo’s radiation,” exclaimed another scientist.
“How do we kill them, that’s all I care about!” yelled the general.
A Monarch official, watching the fight between the two Godzillas through binoculars, chimed in. “Just let them fight amongst themselves, they seem to be pretty territorial.”
A scientist also holding binoculars, but instead watching the green Godzilla break away from the pair yelled, “Yes, but what about the one that’s currently fleeing?”
The general contemplated both statements for a brief moment before immediately barking out orders. “Radio the fleet of ships we have nearby, tell them to stay out of the radiated zones and to keep the first Godzilla distracted until one of those two new ones dies!”
Their shoving contest seemingly going nowhere, the ancient Godzilla threw his head forward, bashing it against the black leviathan’s own. The new Godzilla cried out in shock, the blow throwing his focus off long enough for the alpha-predator to rake his right claws against his face. The brown behemoth punched the dark dragon with his left fist, staggering him back even further. The ancient Godzilla opened his jaws, before lunging at his foe’s face. The black leviathan ducked beneath the attempted bite, before turning his body and ramming his shoulder into the alpha-predator’s torso. The new Godzilla dug his claws deep into the behemoth’s blackened chest, drawing strands of crimson blood, before beginning to pull his claws out. The first Godzilla screamed in agony as he felt two of the armor plates on his chest begin to be pulled off. The brown behemoth grabbed his foe’s arms, then with a cry of pain yanked them free from his body. Two noticeable wounds now scarred his chest, leaking small rivers of ichor. The new Godzilla bit down on his foe’s neck, the teeth digging into the alpha-predator’s gills, drawing even more blood. The original Godzilla cried out in agony, but the agony soon changed into something different.
The alpha-predator slammed both of his fists into the sides of the black leviathan’s skull, the blows sounding like the crack of thunder. The new Godzilla stumbled backward, streams of blood pouring from his ears and visible, deep dents where he was struck. The dents on his head began to fill back up, an unseen regeneration already working. The alpha-predator grabbed his foe’s shoulders, shoving him toward a nearby island. The primordial behemoth threw his foe forward, onto the now wet sand of a small island. The dark atomic saurian landed on his back, his head almost fully healed from the attack. The original Godzilla marched up to his foe, stood over his body, and then raised his massive, elephantine foot. The alpha-predator stomped hard onto his foe’s chest, being rewarded with a cry of anguish. Another stomp, a subtle cracking sound. A third brutal stomp, a sickening crack followed. The alpha-predator brought his foot high, hoping to tear clean through the leviathan’s chest this time. He brought it down, but the atomic saurian caught the foot with his hands, barely keeping it above his chest. His regeneration already working to heal his chest and ribs, the new Godzilla shoved upward with all his might, staggering the original Godzilla and forcing him to stumble backward. Flipping over onto his chest, the black leviathan pushed against the ground as he got back to his feet. The two titans stared at each other, their clawed hands both flexing in anticipation.
The fleeing Godzilla waded through the waters, hoping to find some kind of place to rest. One moment he had simply been resting, the rest of his herd nearby. His mate tending to their nest, all seemed normal and simple. Then, there was a horrid sound, accompanied a seemingly unending light. Then, they were all gone. His herd, his mate, his offspring, all nowhere to be seen. His own body, now twisted and terrifying in ways he had never thought imaginable. He hoped this was all some sick dream, that none of it was real, that he would wake up and all would be back to normal. As he moved, something on the water’s surface caught his attention. More things began to arrive, drawing closer. A human would recognize them as a small fleet of battleships, but to Godzilla’s primal mind, they were strange shapes that he had almost nothing to compare to. Suddenly, the ships opened fire, massive shells firing from huge guns aboard the boats. The hail of projectiles crashed against the mountain of flesh, earning growls from the colossus. The humans onboard mistook them for pain, prompting them to fire more. But the shells caused no real harm to Godzilla, only annoyance. Godzilla charged at the fleet, his growls growing more intense. He reached the front most ships, then let out a booming bellow of pure rage. The ships stopped firing, now attempting to flee. The titan kicked a ship just in front of him, sending the metal construct flying above the rest. Some of the fleeing ships shot at him, hoping desperately to halt the coming rampage. As the first ship sent flying hit the water, killing everyone on board, another ship was almost folded in half by a strike from the colossus’ tail. Suddenly, an explosion blinded one of Godzilla’s eyes. The behemoth stumbled backward, roaring in genuine pain. One of the battleships crews had the idea to fire at his eyes, seeing them as a weak point. Instead of driving the monster away, the attack had only made things far worse. Godzilla opened his jaws, causing a geyser of white smoke to pour from his maw. The geyser struck one of the ships, immediately causing it to glow red and melt. Godzilla began thrashing his head side to side, spraying the deadly mist over the rest of the fleet. Even if every ship wasn’t destroyed completely, the heat still instantly killed every man the attack passed over. Some of the battleships exploded, sending molten shrapnel in all directions and killing those who avoided the smoke.
Within the bunker, all was silent. Everyone in the bunker somberly hung their heads, having just heard over the radio the final moments of one unfortunate crew.
“What have we done?” Whispered one of the scientists, so quiet some wondered if he had even meant to say it out loud.
The dark Godzilla charged forward, his footsteps shaking the earth. The original Godzilla waited. The black leviathan neared his foe, claws ready to tear into him. The nuclear behemoth turned swiftly, his long tail whipping into his foe’s shoulder. A loud snapping sound, followed by a cry of agony echoed across the land. The new Godzilla stepped back, his left shoulder dislocated and broken. Before the arm could heal, the brown behemoth lunged forward and grabbed the appendage, yanking it downward. More snaps and pops sounded as the original Godzilla attempted to rip his foe’s arm off. The black leviathan clawed at the alpha-predator with his other arm, but it failed to deter him. The atomic saurian flailed in his foe’s grip, but the flesh around his shoulder was beginning to tear and gush crimson ichor.
The new Godzilla’s spines glowed a bright azure.
A solid blue pillar of atomic power exited the new Godzilla’s maw, crashing against the original Godzilla’s chest. The brown behemoth was pushed back as a series of explosions blasted away chunks of armor and flesh. The atomic ray ceased, only for the black leviathan’s spines to flash again. The ray tore apart the ground before its user, before the atomic saurian lifted his head up and swept the beam up the behemoth’s body, forcing out a screech of agony. As the original Godzilla stood still, his body wracked with great pain, the new Godzilla slowly stepped forward, his lips parting in a vile grin. He didn’t know where that power had come from, but he didn’t care. The dark atomic saurian prepared to fire another blast, but a loud crackling sound caught him off guard. A similar blue glow began travelling up the original Godzilla’s spines. The brown behemoth gasped in air, before opening his jaws and firing a cascade of what looked like blue flames. The atomic breath struck the new Godzilla, scorching his chest charcoal black and pushing him away. The black leviathan’s feet dug trenches through the sand as he was pushed back, trying to focus long enough to fire back with his own atomic breath. The stream of fire ended, yet the nuclear behemoth’s spines still glowed. Before the alpha-predator could attack again, the new Godzilla charged forward, his spines now glowing. The two merely one hundred yards away, both released their atomic breathes. The two beams struck each other, sending out a shockwave that sent sand flying. As the two titans continued their struggle, neither giving an inch, a blue sphere began to manifest where the two rays collided. The energy sphere began to move closer to the black leviathan, only to be pushed back toward the brown behemoth. Putting more power into his beam, the original Godzilla moved the sphere back toward the center, the heat from both of their beams beginning to glass the sand below the sphere. Both colossi dug their feet into the ground, bracing themselves.
The orb began to pulse oddly.
The two Godzilla were thrown back by a massive explosion, one which shook the whole island they fought on. Sand was either obliterated or turned to glass, trees were burned to cinders, and radiation deadly to most lifeforms was spread throughout the island. The original Godzilla was sent flying into the water, while the new Godzilla hit the ground harshly, sending sand and chunks of glass soaring. The dark atomic saurian got up, his entire front scorched jet black. He immediately began running forward, and dove into toward the water. He wasn’t done with his foe yet!
Submerged beneath the waves, the new Godzilla searched for his foe. He dove down further, knowing it would take more than that explosion to kill the behemoth. His ears picked up the sound of something large swimming toward him. Before he could react, the original Godzilla slammed into the new Godzilla’s side, bashing him against the rock wall beneath the island. Ignoring the boulders that fell from the impact, the alpha-predator began punching his foe’s face with his right hand. The black leviathan slashed his claws against one of the open wounds on his foe’s chest, but no cry of pain came. Instead, the brown behemoth grabbed the new Godzilla by the face, before slamming his head against the rock wall. Seeing a cloud of blood float up from behind his hand, the alpha-predator bashed his foe’s head against the rocks once more. A blue flash caught the original Godzilla’s eye, before another, brighter flash of an atomic ray consumed the thumb on his left hand. Pulling his hand back in agony, the brown behemoth saw that his thumb had been burnt down to the bone. The new Godzilla prepared to fire another atomic ray. The alpha-predator threw both of his hands forward, wrapping them around the black leviathan’s throat. The original Godzilla squeezed with all of his might, ignoring his foe’s thrashing and clawing. The alpha-predator lunged his body forward, crashing his foe into the rock wall so hard an indent formed. Foam began to fill the new Godzilla’s maw, his movements slowing. The original Godzilla lunged forward again, his foe almost halfway into the mountain. The dark atomic saurian’s spines flashed a deep blue.
A powerful wave of energy erupted from the new Godzilla’s body, breaking the alpha-predator’s grip on his throat and pushing the behemoth back, along with melting the rock behind him. The original Godzilla could barely process the pain and shock he felt. The black leviathan charged up another beam, but this time azure strands of atomic power danced around his spines as he did. Having absorbed the excess radiation from his nuclear pulse, the atomic ray that the new Godzilla fired had white spirals surrounding it. The blue spiral ray lanced into the alpha-predator’s stomach, obscuring half of his body with a massive explosion. A colossal cloud of blood floated toward the surface as it was soon revealed that the blast had torn the original Godzilla’s stomach open, revealing bones and internal organs. The new Godzilla prepared to finish the job, but a loud rumbling stopped him. He looked up, realizing that the cavern he had created with his nuclear pulse, along with the heat from his spines during the spiral ray, was collapsing. He tried to flee, when an avalanche fell over the opening of the hole. He tried to blast the falling rocks away, but nothing would come out of his mouth. Godzilla cried out wrathfully as thousands of tons of rock fell onto his drained, weary body.
Several helicopters landed near the bunker, ready to escort everyone on site back to America.
“Remember, you all saw nothing here aside from Castle Bravo’s explosion.” Coldly stated a Monarch official. Nobody else said anything, just boarding their respective helicopters, everyone not associated with Monarch hoping they would be able to forget what they saw.
The original Godzilla’s eyes slowly opened, horrid searing pain wracking his whole body. He wasn’t sure how long he had been unconscious for, but he did know that he had healed slightly. He looked down, seeing a thin layer of flesh over his stomach, slowly getting thicker as it regenerated. The alpha-predator began to slowly swim away, but he cringed as his muscles burned at the movement. Thinking for a brief moment, Godzilla decided to close his eyes again, drifting back to sleep.
The black Godzilla burst from his cave, but he felt no sense of triumph. He felt empty, in multiple ways. His stomach felt empty, and something told him flesh would no longer fill that void. As the beast looked out into the endless abyss of the ocean, he felt a sense of loss, not of possession but direction. One moment, he had been a normal dinosaur, dying slowly on an island, alone. But then there was a gigantic sound and light, and then he was no longer dying, but his body was changed drastically and painfully. Filled with fury and desperate for revenge against the world, he had lashed out against the first thing he had seen. Now, he had no idea of what to do.
The green Godzilla rested in an undersea cave, but he felt no peace. Part of him wondered if he’d ever feel peace again.
Draw: Godzilla (Heisei), Godzilla (Legendary)K.W.C. // May 30, 2019
Author: Joshua St. Jean | Banner: Landon Soto
Kamacuras flew over the city of Paris, its wings beating furiously as the mammoth mantis landed on the top of the Arc du Triomphe with a thunderous screech. Bodies of France’s citizens splattered across the sides of buildings from the shockwave, becoming piles of stagnant corpses for the invader. Kamacuras’ bulbous head twitched from side to side in ravenous excitement.
So much to consume! So many to consume!
A trio of jets flew by, launching missiles at the mantide monster… only for them to be taken off guard when a second Kamacuras uncloaked and swooped down on the fighters, slicing them apart with its great claws. Tank shells bombarded the two insectoid monsters, pelting them with unending fury, but they proved ineffectual as claws sliced through their steel armor with ease.
The mantide monsters looked to each other, then at the city. Humans no longer annoyed them with their irritating metal defenders. For a city drowning in death and silence, nothing held the power to stop the Kamacuras as they moved to consume the mountains of dead.
Time to fee…
A low, thunderous stomp echoed through the city. And then another. The two Kamacuras turned their heads and shrieked in rage. They recognized this figure, and they hated it, for it would mean a pause to their feast. The new arrival responded with a loud, thunderous roar that shook the windows of every building around the gargantuan saurian.
Godzilla, the Alpha Predator, had arrived.
The two Kamacuras took a few steps back as the great shadow of Godzilla blanketed them both. The pair knew they were outmatched on their own, instinct recommending them to flee but a sudden rush of bloodlust overtook both of them. The duo split up, forcing Godzilla to divide his focus as greens blurs danced around him in chaotic fashion. One blur lunged from the side, expecting to skewer the beast’s abdomen only for Godzilla to catch the Kamacuras in his powerful arms.
The insect squealed in agony, the sturdy exoskeleton which encompassed its body cracking from Godzilla’s claws. The other mantide burst forward in support and slammed his claws against the beast’s hide merely for sparks to splash in futility. The leviathan’s eyes focused on the struggling Kamacuras within his grasp, watching it squirm before the second one scored a strike on the beast’s gills, causing Godzilla to reel away and snap at the offender.
That was a mistake.
Noticing the weak point in the leviathan’s unbreakable armor, the other Kamacuras struck the other side of Godzilla’s neck, cutting into his gills and causing him to screech in pain and let go. The two mantides took turns, each slicing at the ancient reptile’s gills, disappearing from sight, trying to kill the leviathan quickly.
Finally, Godzilla managed to duck, and both insects slammed into the other, each accidentally cutting a leg and spraying emerald blood on the structures below. Godzilla grabbed one Kamacuras as it fell by the abdomen and flung it away, flattening a line of structures to the base of the Eiffel Tower.
Godzilla’s head slowly shifted to the other insect, its eyes focusing on the monstrous mantide as a low growl echoed from its maw. The Kamacuras lowered itself to the ground in fright, blending its body with its surroundings to disappear in broad daylight. Thinking it had retreated, the saurian moved forward to kill the other Kamacuras only to be pounced upon and clawed by the invisible mantis. Groaning in pain, Godzilla desperately struggled to pull the Kamacuras off, only for the second to join the fight once more.
Godzilla moaned and struggled to strike at both Gimantis specimens, feebly trying to tear them from his side. The leviathan grabbed the second Kamacuras in his jaws and slammed it into the ground with a violent snap, eliciting a screech of pain from the insect. He attempted to smash its head into a gory paste by stomping on it, but the beast flew off, its fellow in pursuit, causing the prehistoric saurian to roar in anger. Both flew in different directions, turned invisible and charged at Godzilla.
Godzilla stood perfectly still, only the deep huff of his breath audible, and an eerie silence washed over Paris. He was motionless, listening… waiting. The beating of wings came closer and closer. Godzilla tensed. Waiting… Unseen, the closest charging Kamacuras lifted its giant claws, prepared to impale Godzilla’s neck.
Kamacuras swung up.
Godzilla lashed outward.
A death encompassed screech echoed for the city to hear.
Godzilla’s claws ripped through exoskeleton like paper, sending Kamacuras into a wild frenzy. Godzilla grabbed the Kamacuras by the neck, his teeth punching into the weakened exoskeleton, then bit down and violently wrenched his head back.
The Gimantis stopped struggling, its headless corpse striking the ground while its head slowly rolled from Godzilla’s jaws. The leviathan’s eyes shifted from the body at its feet to the surrounding landscape. A weary breath escaping its jaws in anticipation.
One bug left to squash.
Hundreds of miles above the Earth’s surface, a lone figure’s fists clenched with fury. Taking a breath, the black, leather laden individual scratched the top of his sunglasses. As his fists loosened and spectators within the room unleashed a breath of relief, the Xilien Commander screamed in rage.
“Kamacuras, you shall kill the beast!” he commanded to the screens which displayed the ongoing battle. “Kill it! Kill it! Kill it now!”
Kamacuras obeyed, swooping down to gore Godzilla’s gills. Stepping upon the mantis’ corpse, Godzilla answered Kamacuras’ charge with one of his own, hissing and moaning along the way to the Arc.
Godzilla leaned down and swung his tail, smashing the Kamacuras to the side and sending it crashing into the Arc, destroying the famous monument and creating a fountain of rubble. A telltale, thunderous hum rang throughout Paris while Godzilla’s dorsal plates began to illuminate with power. The leviathan smashed his left leg into the ground, his jaws parting to reveal an azure hue as flames formed within his maw.
The Gimantis struggled to its feet, and lunged with its armed aimed for the beast’s throat, only for Godzilla’s silhouette, looming over the insect and the city, to unleash a stream of atomic energy. Kamacuras’ head detonated with explosive fury. Guts splattered all over the ruined remains of the Arc while its sturdy exoskeleton burned away to nothing but ash.
Godzilla let out a mammoth roar, letting his voice echo to the heavens, before he shakily wandered off. He was exhausted from the onslaught of the brawl, and would need significant time to heal and rest before doing much else. After reaching the base of the Eiffel Tower, the mighty saurian collapsed due to his wounds, blood oozing from the slash marks littering his neck and shoulders.
Meanwhile, the Xilien Commander snarled and screamed petulantly. He kicked and smashed his fists against the console. Subordinates in the room stood in fright, waiting for the rage to end after an eternity of relentless strikes. Finally, as his sunglasses fell onto the broken pile of machinery, the Xilien Commander halted his assault. His stance became unnaturally rigid.
The Xilien Commander’s head twisted over ninety degrees to reveal a devilish smile accompanying wide, murderous eyes. Lightning sparked chaotically around his right arm.
“Time to get rid of all useless insects.”
Winner: Godzilla (Legendary)K.W.C. // May 29, 2019
Author: Connor Clennell | Banner: Dao Zang Moua
The Atlantic Ocean.
The second largest ocean on the planet, spanning an area of one hundred and six million, four hundred and sixty thousand square kilometers and accounting for twenty percent of the Earth’s surface. Billions of creatures called it home, filling the niches of its many environments. It was here that commercial fishermen gathered their catch for the seafood-hungry market of America, countless breakthroughs in marine biology and geography were made as humanity ventured deeper and deeper into its depths, and strange life forms, far more alien than any of the true invaders from the cosmos, made their home in the eerie darkness.
It was here where Cameron Winter would change the fate of the world.
The multi-millionaire mogul typed away rapidly before a wall of monitors, creating lines of code and complex instructions. Outside, waves lapped at the hull of his privately-owned, customized research vessel. He reached for his coffee cup, not even slowing his work as he switched to one hand and gulped down the last of the lukewarm exotic blend. One of the perks of running one of the largest bio-and-computer tech companies in the world was enjoying what many people had not the knowledge or the funds to. The average American would go bankrupt just trying to acquire one cup of what Cameron drank on a daily basis. For the richest man on Earth, it was not even a dent in his colossal wealth.
The cruel thought brought a smirk to his lips, awakening him from his focused state as the last commands were added. It was another five minutes of rechecking before the mogul was truly satisfied with his work. Raising his arms and stretching his sleeping muscles, he checked the clock on the wall and his watch. Both read 12:55 almost precisely, a full two minutes before his predicted completion time.
“Sometimes I surpass even my own expectations,” Cameron chucked to himself. He’d have to make sure not to make a habit of it. From his experience, timing was everything. Like any machine or team, an idea was only successful if all of its components were timed perfectly. It was errors like these that had spoiled his reputation in the past. From then, he had vowed to never fall victim to such mistakes again.
Cameron turned to the door and smiled as the alarm above it buzzed and flashed. The timing was perfect, as he’d predicted. Straightening his dark jacket, he stepped out of the room and marched toward the bridge.
The bridge teemed with activity as he stepped inside. Crewmen analysed the vessel’s systems and sonar radar, making certain that everything was tip-top, while scientists prepared the equipment soon to be utilized. Cameron glanced at each person with interest as he walked over to the captain, who turned to greet the white-haired man as he stood beside him.
“We’ve reached the coordinates you gave us, Mr. Winter,” he reported.
Cameron made a pleased sound. “In record time as well, captain. If there is one thing I enjoy seeing in my employees, it’s efficiency.”
“Thank you, sir,” said the captain. “Though if I may ask, me and the men aren’t sure why-“
“Why I made you come to the middle of nowhere.” Cameron finished the man’s sentence with a smirk. “Recently, my view of this planet has been expanded. Thus, I have to ensure I keep up with this expansion, and what I will procure here will make sure of it.”
The captain scratched his head, confused by this news. “What could you possibly find out here that’s of use to you?” he asked.
The head of Solstice Industries said nothing as he stared out at the ocean beyond the glass windows of the bridge. With someone of his wealth, intellect and social standing, it was solemn difficult to get what he wanted. A virus targeted at NASA’s satellites, a few bribes to keep nosy astrologers quiet and purchasing the rights to this section of the ocean meant nobody knew of the cosmic body that had crash-landed here two days ago. He had been keeping track of the object ever since it had popped up on the feed of his own satellites two weeks ago. He was further intrigued when a detailed analysis discovered the contents of the invading satellite. With this knowledge, he knew that it must come into his possession at any cost. After all, there was nothing he could not afford.
“Get your men ready, captain,” he ordered. “I want a boat out there depth-charging the area in ten minutes and my Cyber Flies operational in five.”
A small dinghy was soon out on the water, dropping explosives into the ocean per Cameron’s instructions. The mines sank deep into the inky depths, vanishing from sight and leaving only spouts of bubbles, minutes after their deployment, as the clue to their detonation. The mogul was certain that the bombardment would rouse whatever slumbered at the seabed and bring it to the surface. From there, his Cyber Flies would do the rest.
“We’ve got something!” a technician called out as the deep-sea sonar pinged to life, alerting its operator to the presence of a foreign body. Cameron’s head twisted to her direction as she worked the controls to get a more accurate reading. “Depth of one thousand meters… nine hundred… eight hundred…”
The ship’s captain glared at Cameron with his suspicions raised. “What have you dragged us out here to find, Winter?” he demanded. The cruel CEO’s eyes flickered over and he shot a smile at the man as the technician continued to count down.
“Every good company needs its security, captain,” he replied smoothly. “Or in this scenario, a guard dog.”
“Four hundred meters…” The technician and her co-workers began to grow nervous as the distance between the bogey and the surface lessened by the second. “T-three hundred meters…”
The sailors on the dinghy continued to drop mines into the water, unaware of the situation developing underneath them. As the commander’s radio crackled to life, bright flashes appeared below the surface as the explosives detonated against the rising anomaly.
“Two hundred meters…”
“Reggie, get yourselves the hell out of there!” the captain shouted into the radio. “Get back to the boat!”
“Belay that.” Cameron felt the captain’s gaze on him not a second after he had finished his sentence.
“We cannot abandon those men!” he snapped, but the mogul shook his head.
“Nothing that can be done that won’t endanger us as well. I’m afraid sacrifices must be made in these scenarios.”
The skipper didn’t buy his words for a second. He knew that Cameron had planned to use those sailors as bait, but he could not bring himself to argue with the man. He had seen what happened to those who spoke out against Cameron Winter and desired to not join them.
“One hundred meters… Contact!”
All hands on deck looked out to the ocean as the dinghy was surrounded by froth. Recognizing the danger, the commanding sailor ignored Cameron’s orders and slammed down the ignition lever, only for the water to rocket upward and launch the vessel skyward in pieces. As seawater and debris rained down, Cameron Winter stared out at the towering, seaweed green titan now protruding from the ocean. His lips grew into a smile as the beast’s maw opened, emitting a high-pitched and oddly familiar sound.
The entire bridge gaped in awe at the spiny creature, unable to make a sound lest they dare catch its attention.
“You know this creature?” the captain asked.
“One of his kind has been to our world before, back in nineteen sixty-six,” Cameron explained to the man. “From the records, that specimen was hardly a major threat.”
The captain narrowed his eyes at the mogul. “Then why do you want it? Surely, one of your own creations would be a far more suitable weapon.”
The world’s richest man didn’t reply. He only smiled as he pulled out a tablet-like device and tapped in a series of commands.
On the outside of the ship, Bemular had finally shaken off the last dregs of sleep. The space monster was pleased with the destruction of the object that had disturbed him, but his rage was far from settled. His eyes caught the main vessel, noting its similarities to the smaller entity. Concluding that it was connected somehow, and thus responsible for the attack as well, Bemular made toward it. Halfway to the vessel, however, the reptile stopped. A strange buzzing sound filled the air, irritating Bemular as his head snapped from side to side in search of its source. From the bowels of the ship, five objects emerged and hovered toward the invader. They resembled a type of parasitic wasp, only far larger in size and constructed of plastic and metal. The blue-and-white drones buzzed around Bemular menacingly as the reptile glared. He tried to keep his eyes on the artificial insects, but their swift reflexes made tracking their movements difficult.
One of the Cyber Flies surged forward, taking advantage of the extra-terrestrial’s confusion as it aimed for the back of his neck, but its buzzing wings betrayed its presence to Bemular and he spun around, blasting the drone with a fiery, blue beam from his mouth. As the burning remains fell into the ocean, two more Cyber Flies darted at the distracted beast. This time, the machines reached the reptile’s surface. They readied their stingers and drove them into his skin, only for the tips to shatter against the hardened spines coating the length of his back.
Cameron Winter frowned as he observed the feed of the two drones, now presented with a problem. All problems, nonetheless, had a solution, and the CEO was already racking his brain for the one required. He tapped in a new set of commands, instructing the four Cyber Flies to fall back.
As the two on Bemular’s back lifted off, the monster swung his head in their direction. The drones’ feed cut to static as they were crushed to scrap, their remains scattered to the waves. Over Cameron’s shoulder, the vessel’s captain smirked, far from brave enough to openly mock the man. His gaze landed back on the emerald titan outside, his features contorted in a worried expression as he contemplated the eminent danger.
“Captain? Mr. Winter?”
The sonar technician’s voice rang out, bringing both men’s attention to her as the sonar pinged in a slow rhythm. “There’s something else.”
“What do you mean?” asked the captain.
“Another object just appeared on the radar,” she explained, motioning to the screen. On the edge of the map, a large shape blinked with each sonar sweep. With each new readout, the shape moved closer to the center of the screen at an alarming rate. “Six hundred meters out and closing.”
Cameron’s displeased expression grew stronger. The operation was supposed to operate smoothly, but now complications were appearing one after the other. Unlike the problem with penetrating Bemular’s hide, the appearance of another monster was a serious hazard to his work. In order to maintain the secrecy of the operation, the millionaire was unable to bring an armed escort along to defend him. But with any luck, the danger was not as extreme as it seemed. From his position, Cameron could make out the slender, reptilian shape of the approaching entity, which brought a smile back to the white-haired mogul.
“So it seems that Nickels and his mutant lap dog found out what I was doing out here,” Cameron thought. “Seems his team of glorified exterminators are smarter than I gave them credit for.”
His attention was brought back to Bemular, watching at the spiny monster snapped and snarled at his circling Cyber Flies.
“Perhaps I can kill two birds with one stone?” he wondered.
“Pull the ship out of the area,” Cameron ordered the captain. The man looked at him for only seconds before complying. As the ship began to turn and retreat, Cameron gave the order for the Cyber Flies to stand down and fall back. The two drones immediately turned back and flew toward the vessel, leaving Bemular confused by their actions. He started to follow, when the skies above were filled with noise. Hundreds of seabirds flew overheard, squawking loudly and completely ignoring Bemular as the flock sought refuge elsewhere. A sense of dread overcame the space criminal, but he was not overcome by the urge to retreat like the humans and fauna. Instead, he turned in the direction where the birds were fleeing from. Something was coming, but the terror from the stars would not back down.
The alien’s defiance pleased Cameron as he watched, also eager to see the battle unfold. If this new plan succeeded, he would gain a new pawn and dispose of that annoyance, Zilla, once and for all. Or perhaps, if fate were to be so favorable, he could turn the lizard into his thrall. The CEO’s gleeful thoughts of humiliating his old college rival were interrupted by a cry from the sonar technician.
“Two hundred meters until contact with target!” she announced. “Sonar is estimating target’s size to be roughly one hundred eight meters in length.”
The analysis gave Cameron pause. He snapped his head in her direction, then bolted down the stairs and to her controls. Pushing the woman aside, he took over control as he performed the analysis again, assuming the first had suffered an error. The results came back the same, shocking the millionaire.
‘That can’t be!” he told himself. “But the readouts don’t lie. I thought the creature was Zilla, but it’s much bigger!” In Cameron’s head, only one creature matched the estimate for that size, and its identity made the man suddenly feel regret for his overconfidence.
The water shifted, alerting Bemular to the challenger’s arrival as the ocean current shifted. Opposite the reptile, the waves began to froth and bubble as something began to rise. From the white foam, jagged, brown fins extended, resting in three long rows along the length of an armored back and down a tail. The breaching creature slowed as it rose fully from the ocean, revealing a body hardened with muscles and rock-like plating as two tone arms rested at its sides. As gallons of water drained off its form, the monster’s boxy visage glared with amber eyes that burned like fire. Its chest heaved noticeably as gills along its neck twitched and shut down, allowing the beast to draw in oxygen from the air. Despite its massive structure, it only barely towered over Bemular, but the invading reptile was still consumed by its intimidating aura.
“T-that’s Godzilla!” the captain shouted in fear.
The bridge was alive with activity in the presence of the towering elder. People rushed to the windows, hoping to gain a better look at the king of the monsters in all his glory.
“Not just Godzilla,” Cameron added, grinning with elation. “This is the specimen from the Monarch files! The reason for the Castle Bravo tests that created and awoke other Godzillas! And I thought this day was about to turn sour!”
The captain stared at him as if he’d gone mad. “How can you be glad that we’re spitting distance away from the most dangerous monster known to Man?!”
“Because I thought we were under attack by the Japanese Godzilla, you pathetic coward!” Cameron snapped at the skipper. “But this is a far greater individual. The true American Godzilla, so to speak. People have known this creature for over sixty years and yet they know so little about him.”
“What point are you trying to make here?”
“This Godzilla’s potential is unknown. To the scientific community, the scope of his powers has not been revealed.” The mogul’s fingers came to rest together before his face, obscuring a smile that could sell to the Devil. “It means that Bemular may stand a chance.”
The captain turned to the window, studying the two monsters as they sized each other up. Bemular standing a fighting chance against the King of the Monsters? He simply could not see it. But a battle was about to start nonetheless, and he could pray that Cameron’s ego and lust had not led them to their doom.
Rising as far as he could from the ocean, Godzilla glared at his intergalactic contender. The alpha was constantly aware of the events that took place in his territory, but it had taken an entire day to realize Bemular’s presence due to the invader’s inactivity following his arrival. But now Godzilla was face-to-face with the interloper, seething with anger. This was his territory. His domain. Other monsters avoided his home for good reason, and the few that felt brave enough to challenge the alpha quickly learned their mistake. Drinking in air with a deep breath, Godzilla released a long, booming roar at Bemular, giving the reptile his only chance to escape with body and pride intact.
But the alien stood his ground. Through initially alarmed by the powerful cry, Bemular was quick to regain his composure and returned with his own cry. Godzilla was taken aback by this reaction and filled with rage. A challenge, then. It would not last long.
At once, both raced through the waves. Colossal waves rocked the ocean’s surface as they surged toward each other. At last, the titans clashed, generating larger sprays as their bodies collided, jaws snapping at the other’s neck. Bemular found his mark first, sinking his teeth between Godzilla’s neck and shoulder and shaking his head violently. Blood pooled into his mouth, coaxing a purr out of the psychotic alien. A groan escaped Godzilla’s throat as he sought to dislodge the spiny beast, slamming his hands against Bemular’s uncovered chest. Through the invader grip was tight, the alpha’s strength was greater, pulling him from his body alongside chunks of meat and armor. Slamming his bulk against the smaller reptile, Godzilla forced the extra-terrestrial through the waves. With a shove, Bemular was thrown back, only for Godzilla’s claws to grasp his head and smash the beast’s face under the water’s surface. The titan’s foot was waiting, rising up and striking the emerald reptile square in the jaw and launching him back above water.
Godzilla snorted, expelling clouds of steam from his nostrils. The invader had no proper fight in it to contend with. There was barely a challenge here, which aggravated the alpha immensely. He trudged forward, raising an arm to strike the dazed Bemular. At the final moment, Bemular regained his wits and spun on the spot, exposing his spiked back. Godzilla cried out as his hand slashed the layer of spines, which tore and gashed his flesh. As he pulled his hand back, Bemular whipped around and lunged, biting down on the exposed arm and driving a howl from the monster king. Instantly, he tried to remove the green fiend by shaking the assaulted arm, but the extra movement only helped to increase the damage Bemular’s fangs were inflicting.
As his grip on the elder’s arm tightened, Bemular grinned as the assault dragged on. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement, and tilted his head to fully notice Godzilla’s other arm, lunging at him. Immediately, he ducked to avoid the limb, dragging Godzilla down in the process and flipping the titan over onto his back. Both monsters cried out in surprise as the Permian behemoth crashed back-first into the waves, the impact dislodging Bemular in the process. Thrashing in the surf, Godzilla fought to get upright once more. Before he could, Bemular leapt from the froth, taking advantage of the elder’s vulnerability. Godzilla tried to pull away, but the extra-terrestrial jaws fought their mark on his throat and thrashed. He squeezed the titan’s windpipe with all of the power in his jaws, but his teeth could not penetrate the surface or contract the area. Unbeknownst to Bemular, the armor on Godzilla’s neck was much thicker than on his arms or shoulders. It was part of an evolutionary adaption to protect the vital area during clashes with other members of his kind or rival predators. Though he tried valiantly, Bemular failed to maintain a strong grip on Godzilla’s throat. As a result, the alpha predator’s claws easily removed the scrawny reptile and pushed him aside.
Godzilla rolled in the surf, flipping over onto his front and sinking back under partially. His front half rose, spilling trails of water from between his dorsal fins. Behind the leviathan, Bemular’s screeching call sounded as the fiend launched itself. Before he could find his target, Godzilla twisted to the side and shifted his mass out of the reptile’s path. Bemular lunged at thin air, snapping down on nothing as he stumbled forward under Godzilla’s shadow. Before he could react, the titan’s own jaws came down, crunching the nape of his neck. The alien shrieked, blood flowing from the contact point as Godzilla’s bone-crushing bite broke through the rows of spines and sank into flesh. With his jaws securing Bemular, the primeval elder lashed out with his arm at the invader’s belly, slashing through the vulnerable scales. His talons assaulted the spot again and again, carving gashes into the reptile’s chest and spilling his blood into the churning ocean.
In desperation, Bemular swung out his tail, trying to hit the king of titans. After several failed swings, the limb struck Godzilla’s right heel, its spiny length cutting into the meat. The armored giant released Bemular, yelping in surprise. Another strike to his leg made the legendary monster back off, but only temporarily. He snapped at Bemular again, but the invader whipped around, smashing his entire body against the elder’s own. Godzilla was driven back again, stunned by the blow and cautious about his enemy’s next move. Thinking he had the advantage, Bemular charged blindly forward, but his assault was deflected as Godzilla’s hand slapped the beast across the head, sending him stumbling. Instantly, the alpha spun on the spot, following his attack by lifting his heavy tail from the waves and smashing it into Bemular like a whip. The alien wheezed as he was thrown back, the air beaten from his lungs from the blow.
As he recovered, Bemular snarled at his adversary, keeping his guard raised while he nursed his wounds. Godzilla growled back, confident that victory would be claimed swiftly. His strength had already proved greater than the extra-terrestrial’s, making it a matter of time before the reptile met his demise. He waded forth with claws outstretched, but Bemular’s mouth suddenly opened. The action’s purpose was made clear as a blue stream of concentrated fire shot forth, striking Godzilla square in the chest. The heat ray’s energies collected in that area, erupting into a blast of fire that overtook the titan’s front and earned a shriek from the giant. Godzilla ceased his charge, dropping to the waves in order to douse and sooth his burning chest as Bemular’s chuckles assaulted his hidden ears. He starred up, his expression sculpted into one of rage as he lifted his tail to ensure Bemular saw the building blue glow. It traveled up the length of his back, illuminating the cracks along each spine on its journey to his head as a deep thrumming sound emanated from his body. As the volume reached its peak, he leaned forward and opened his jaws to fire forth his own sapphire flame stream. The atomic ray slammed into Bemular, causing the monster to cry out as the force pushed him back. Fire washed over his body, cooking the exposed flesh from his injuries. As the ray died, he toppled over, crashing into the waves and sinking under the surface.
Cautiously, Godzilla approached the spot where Bemular had sank. The waters frothed and churned, but there was no sign of the intruder under the surface. He craned his neck closer to inspect the froth better, when the bubbling mass increased in intensity, spitting foam into the monster king’s eyes. He pulled back, blinking furiously and shaking his head to clear his vision, but it was too late. From the sea, a bright sapphire ball shot out and slammed into the titan’s jaw. There was a resounding crack as Godzilla tumbled back, crashing into the waves on his back once more. High above, Bemular’s travel ball hovered, looping in the air to come back down at the impaired alpha. Stunned from the impact, Godzilla could only force his aching jaws open and spit forth another atomic ray, but the crackling fire was deflected by the sphere’s smooth surface. It crashed into the elder predator, shattering upon impact, but launching both combatants down into the depths.
Powerful waves from the colossal kaiju combat rocked Cameron’s vessel, threatening to tip it over as crewmen on all decks worked to keep the ship stable.
“This is madness, Winter!” the captain screamed as he clung to the steering wheel, knuckles white whilst he struggled to steer the vessel against the hammering rollers. “Your guard dog hunting trip will get everyone here killed!”
“Hunting trip?” The millionaire pulled himself from the floor where he had been thrown by the impact and laughed. “This is more than that, good captain! This is an experiment unlike any other. The debut of my latest marvel of technology.” He watched the sonar hungrily as Godzilla and Bemular’s icons descended into the depths.
“And these two will be the guinea pigs in my mission to save the world!”
The ocean’s current was distorted as Godzilla and Bemular spiraled into the darkness. Their colliding bodies and powerful wake shattered the forms of countless marine life as they snapped and clawed at each other. Seeping to the surface, the combatants’ blood served as a beacon for the surface. At last, the seabed loomed, awaiting the reptiles’ collision. Instead, Godzilla’s claws snapped Bemular’s flesh and pulled him into his grasp. The ancient creature thrust Bemular before him, forcing the foreign beast to take the full force of the impact as the duo slammed into the floor. A cloud of mud and sand was kicked up and a violent tremor rattled the seabed, but no sound came from Bemular. The air was pushed from the creature’s body by the impact, leaving him breathless and gaping while Godzilla slammed his heel against the bedrock. The resounding tremor launched Bemular from the floor, leaving him floating and helpless in the open water. Before he could regain a sense of clarity, Godzilla’s claws slashed into his cheek, sending the alien twirling. Godzilla was on the reptile again in a moment, joining his hands together over his head and swinging them down onto Bemular’s body. He was spun around again, but now his thoughts had cleared and he could initiate a counter-attack. Using the momentum gained, he lashed out with his tail, catching Godzilla across the face with a whip crack-like sound. The titan’s head snapped to the side, spitting saliva and bubbles into the murky saltwater.
Bemular knew that his chances of victory were slipping. As much as he hated to run from a fight, the alpha’s strength and experience trumped his own. At this moment, survival and retreat were his priority over sating his bloodlust.
The invader planted his feet on Godzilla’s chest, using him as a springboard to propel himself forward. The shove made the elder stumble back, almost toppling over before correcting himself with his thick and heavy tail. In the seconds it took to regain balance, Bemular had sped away, his streamlined form rapidly disappearing into the gloom. Any other creature would have abandoned the chase at this point, but Godzilla was far from ordinary. Kicking off the sand, he pursued the escaping invader with powerful sweeps of his tail. Although Bemular had a head start, Godzilla was swift in closing the lost distance, but not at a satisfying pace. As the space between them shortened, the water blue glow shimmered through his jagged spines once more before the leviathan launched his nuclear fire. The attack’s glow alerted Bemular to the monster king’s actions, but he was left with seconds to react. The criminal veered to the side, allowing the atomic ray to flow past by a hair’s breadth. His body soaked in the immeasurable heat produced, motivating him to swim faster. Godzilla continued to pursue, firing shot after shot and lighting up the sea floor, but Bemular’s agility in the water enabled him to dodge the streaking flames every time.
Eventually, Bemular grew tired of the chase. The alpha’s determination made him impossible to shake, forcing the alien to take on the offensive once more. He instantly turned, banking to face Godzilla, then rushed forward, taking the titan by surprise. Their foreheads crashed together, knocking the two monsters back in a daze. Unfortunately for Bemular, Godzilla was quicker in recovering, shaking away the cobwebs and immediately diving at the scrawnier creature. His jaws locked around the back of his neck with a crunch as Bemular screamed in agony and began to thrash. The primeval giant’s teeth cut into the extra-terrestrial’s already wounded flesh and opened up deep cuts, filling the surrounding water with a plume of blood.
The elder continued to shake his head, throwing Bemular around like a chew toy. In desperation, Bemular’s foot lashed out, striking the armored relic’s crotch. Godzilla’s reaction was instant, dropping the spiny creature and shrieking shrilly as he stumbled away. Although he had the opportunity, Bemular paused to recover from the assault. The alien was quick to discover his error as he felt the prehistoric monster’s gaze on him. Godzilla’s orbs seemed to burn as they met the emerald fiend’s gaze, surging with rage at the invader’s action. Like flicking a switch, his dorsal spines ignited and he spat forth an atomic ray that caught Bemular in the chest. The monster was thrown back, screeching as the burning stream pushed him across the landscape and slammed him into an underwater mountain. His shape was instantly lost on impact, disappearing in a burst of debris and fire.
Consciousness came back to the reptile quickly, shaking pebbles from his spines as his vision refocused. The explosion had opened up the terrain, exposing an underwater network of caverns. In the remains of one such chamber, Bemular’s eyes widened at Godzilla’s approaching shape, ignited in the darkness by patterns of blue. Instantly, the green beast turned, seeking an escape route, but the only path available was a narrow hole in the mountainside. It was barely wide enough to fit through, but it was the alien’s only option. He darted toward the opening and squeezed in, squirming frantically in order to force his body through as quickly as possible. As he finally entered the chamber fully, he realized his error. The space was tiny with no other exits aside from the opening that Bemular had crawled through. As he turned to try and escape through it again, Godzilla’s head burst through.
The behemoth’s ninety-thousand ton mass slammed into the undersea mountain, shaking the landmark and cracking its structure. Rocks fell from the ceiling of the chamber and bounced off both occupants as Godzilla snapped his jaws at a terrified Bemular. The alien pressed his body against the opposite wall, barely keeping out of the alpha’s range as he tried to reach the spiky beast. Godzilla, although nearly the same size as his foreign adversary, was bulkier and armored, making it impossible for the predator to get through the opening. When he tried to reverse, the titan found himself unable. His body had been lodged in the hole from the force of his attack. As Godzilla thrashed and roared in his struggle to break free, Bemular started his escape plan. He opened fire on the wall with his Pale Heat Wave, weakening the rock before smashing his forehead against it. He continued to bash away at the stone with nothing but his cranium, chipping off chunks with each strike until, eventually, a small gap was formed.
Godzilla noticed the alien’s accomplishment amidst his struggling. Though his movement had weakened the cavern’s structure, it was still strong enough to immobilize the elder. At their current rate, Bemular would break free before he could, and the ancient leviathan would not allow him to slip away. The distinct thrum of his charging nuclear power filled the chamber, swiftly alerting Bemular to the alpha’s intentions. As he looked over and saw the building luminosity, the reptile knew he was out of time. He opened fire on the wall again with his blazing heat stream to open up the created gap even more. The new opening was barely bigger than his girth, but it was the only option. Bemular dived through the exit, cutting his flesh and snapping out spines on its rough edges. Pushing his strength to its limits, he forced his way through the exit and back into open water. A second after his escape, a blast of atomic napalm burst from the hole, widening its diameter and destabilizing the cave’s walls. Cracks appeared across the mountainside, but Bemular did not wait around, He sped toward the distant surface, ignorant of his torn and bruised condition. At this point, it was the only safe place.
As he ascended, the mountain exploded into rubble. Colossal boulders tumbled across the seafloor as Godzilla burst forth from the dust cloud. His gaze turned upward, making out Bemular’s retreating shape, and he started his own climb to the surface in pursuit. This time, he would finish their battle.
“Targets are both rising, sir! ETA, 3 minutes!”
Cameron smirked at the sonar operator’s report. “Send out the Cyber Flies again,” he ordered calmly to the room of technicians. “Have them ready to strike on my command.”
As he made his way to the door, the captain watched him with a judging gaze. The man knew that not a shred of kindness or generosity existed in the CEO’s soul, and whatever his new scheme entailed would surely threaten the entire world. For a moment, he considered selling out the mogul to the authorities in the vain hope of clearing his name from this operation.
“I know what you think of me.” Cameron’s words cut through the room as he addressed the captain without looking at him. “You may see me as cruel, greedy, selfish, heartless and more. I would not blame someone of your intellect viewing me as such, but I am not without pity, captain.”
Cameron turned his head enough to meet the skipper’s eyes. “Do not forget what I have done for you. You would do well to remember that I took you into my service when no one else would, due to your unclean history.”
The man’s gaze shifted away, his thoughts of rebellion crushed.
“Everyone here is my property,” Cameron proclaimed. “You all came to me because you needed me and I needed you. Never forget that. Perform well in my service and you will be well rewarded. Betray my will… and you will regret it.”
The white-haired mogul finally left the bridge, leaving it in silence as its occupants worked in imitated compliance. Navigating the steel corridors, he returned to his quarters and flicked on the lights. The dimly lit space was flooded with light, revealing the equipment stored within. As the mass of computers booted up, Cameron walked over to his new masterpiece. It was a circular stage, built in shining, black metal and divided in a grid by lines of neon grid. A cage of criss-crossed bars encircled the stage, littered at the top with wires and cables that connected to other electronic devices. As he reached the cage door, he flicked several switches on a panel next to the side to link the system with that of the computer, before returning to the monitors and initiating the start-up of the operation program.
On other screens, Cameron observed the streamed footage from the two Cyber Flies as they circled the freshly-breached Bemular. He tapped in commands on another keyboard to zoom in the footage, focusing on the alien’s shredded head and neck and highlighting each injury. One spot flashed green, displaying readouts that brought a grin to the multi-millionaire criminal.
Bemular huffed in the sunlight, regaining his energy to prepare for his escape. Exhausted from the battle, he could not gather the effort to deal with the buzzing insects closing around him. His head weakly turned to focus on me, leaving the reptile’s other side exposed to the second. The Cyber Fly landed on his temple and raised its stinger, where a small, yellow device was connected to the underside, and drove it into am open wound. The controller immediately detached and anchored itself to the sides of the cut, drilling its probes into Bemular’s skull. The sudden pain snapped him back into action, throwing his head back-and forth to try and dislodge the techno-parasite. The Cyber Fly pulled away, re-joining the other unit as the neural receiver reached the nerves. Instantly, Bemular stopped. The scourge of the galaxy was motionless, pupils dilating as his neural pathways were slowly overwritten by Cameron’s device.
“And now for the best part,” Cameron said, cracking his knuckles before standing up and returning to the stage. With the click of another switch, the cage door opened and an apparatus descended from the ceiling. It resembled a virtual reality headset, connected with a pair of wrist and ankle trackers. Before stepping inside, Cameron discarded his suit and set the pieces inside as the circuit-lined bodysuit underneath was revealed. He entered the cage and began to attach the equipment, setting the headset on last. Once in place, the cage shut and the machine began to boot up. Signals were transmitted between the input stage and the neural controller, linking the two systems in a matter of seconds.
The ocean appeared before Cameron’s eyes. He looked around, seeing the outside world through the camera on Bemular’s receiver. As he turned his head, the extra-terrestrial did the same, mimicking the mogul’s actions perfectly. Cameron began moving his other limbs as well, pleased with Bemular’s instant response and imitation. In the past, he had been able to influence monsters through brainwave hacking controllers, transforming them into his puppets. But this was the next upgrade to that technology. With this machine, he could transmit copies of his own brainwaves into a monster’s primary motor cortex and make them mimic his actions. He had no longer a metaphorical monster. Now Cameron Winter could become one.
Water sprayed into the air as Godzilla burst to the surface. Cameron and Bemular spun around as the titan roared and charged through the waves at the enslaved invader. His claws slashed at the green monster, but Cameron jerked to the side, forcing Bemular to do the same and Godzilla to stumble forward as his enemy dodged the attack. Regaining his momentum, he turned and lunged again, but Bemular ducked left to avoid his snapping jaws. This time, Godzilla was quicker to react, but the spiny beast instantly smashed its body against the alpha, making him stagger back.
Cameron resisted the urge to laugh as he watched the battle through Bemular’s camera as Godzilla failed again and again to land a hit on the agile monster. He was not wrong when he had claimed that Bemular could stand a chance against this ancient Godzilla. What he had not mentioned was that the alien’s victory could only be obtained through the power of his own intellect. On its own, Bemular’s intelligence was too low to sufficiently deal with a stronger opponent. But now it had the gift of his superior mind to aid it in this battle. Coupled with months of physical training and combat courses, he used Bemular’s lithe form to the King of the Monster’s disadvantage, weaving around his powerful, but slow strikes and attacking at the areas left exposed in the process. If he were fighting the Japanese Godzilla, not even he could have saved Bemular from destruction. But against this older creature, weakened by age and slowed by his armored bulk?
His victory was assured the moment he took control.
Bemular’s spiky form slammed into Godzilla again and again, his efforts focused on the monster’s sides, chest and neck. The alien’s improved prowess left Godzilla utterly confused. Before, he had dominated the intruder with minimal resistance. Yet now, he struggled to land a hit as Bemular snaked and twisted around his attempts to strike back. Driven by rage, he lashed out at random in an attempt to land a single hit on the emerald reptile. Although he was able to direct Bemular around a majority of the attacks, Cameron found it difficult to read Godzilla’s new, chaotic assault and struggled to avoid every strike. At last, Godzilla’s fist collided with Bemular’s face, throwing the criminal back. He splashed into the waves, writhing in the froth before finally standing.
In the time spend recovering, Godzilla stepped toward the foreign creature. His plates flashed with blue light as his jaws parted and nuclear fire burst forth. The stream caught Bemular in the chest, pushing him back while crying out. Sparks exploded from Cameron’s device as the reptile’s agony was fed back through the system and threatened to damage the link. Despite this, Cameron only frowned as he focused his efforts on the battle. As the first ray flickered out, Godzilla launched another, engulfing Bemular’s front in fire. With no solid ground to grip, he kept sliding back from the force of the atomic ray. Fortunately, the extra-terrestrial had another counter to Godzilla’s strongest attack.
The invader’s energy flared throughout every cell of his body, wrapping him in a cocoon of sapphire light. As Godzilla assaulted the shield with his atomic energies, Bemular’s Spherical Change ability absorbed the heat from the attack to boost his own power. The cocoon expanded, shifting into the reptile’s travel sphere which rocketed toward Godzilla. The elder’s atomic flames barely fazed the orb of light, washing over it as the produced heat was drained into the sphere. Its surface began to shift into that of flames, surrounding the ball in a burning aura as it pushed through the dying fire stream. Only when Godzilla cut off the flow of nuclear fire did he noticed the enhanced travel sphere, but it was too late. Bemular’s sphere collided with the titan king, blossoming into a brilliant explosion of white that consumed the two monsters completely.
The shockwaves hammered Cameron’s vessel, knocking crewmen to the floor and causing instruments to explode into sparks. Amidst this, the captain clung to the wheel to keep the ship stable. In all his years at sea, he had only lost one ship, and had no desire to lose another. At last, the shockwaves ceased and the ocean calmed. Slowly, the crew began to recover as they examined each other for injuries and inspected the damage. With most of the equipment damaged in the blast, the technicians had to rely on their eyes to assess the results. The entire bridge flocked to the windows, peering out at the waters to spot one shape floating in the waters.
Floating in the waves, Godzilla stared at the sky. Scorch marks and cracked armor adorned his body, dripping blood into the water as his vision struggled to focus. A long, hair-thin cracks running across the ancient giant’s forehead was the cause of his sluggish nature, but its symptoms were quickly wearing off. Fatigue and agony filled Godzilla’s form, but he was in no rush to move. Despite the alien’s attempt to beat him, the king had prevailed once again.
Or so he thought.
With an ear-piercing screech, Bemular shot out of the waves besides the immobilized Godzilla. The reptile’s momentum launched him into the air, allowing his downed foe to see his own battle-scarred body. Using gravity to aid his worn form, Bemular brought down his foot on the alpha’s gut. Godzilla spasmed violently, wheezing for lost breath as the air was pushed from his lungs by the blow. He weakly thrashed around, unable to find the second wind he needed in his pain-wracked state. With the apex predator weakened, Cameron made Bemular move in. The mogul mimicked grasping the titan’s jaws, making his alien puppet perform the task in reality. Fighting weakly against his actions, Godzilla’s orbs caught Bemular’s lips as fire churned behind them before recognizing the reptile’s intention.
Desperation surged his body with energy, but the second wind came too late as Bemular’s mouth dipped over his own. The fiend fired his Pale Heat Wave down the elder’s throat, flooding his throat and stomach with azure flames. Godzilla’s muffled screams filled the air as he convulsed and slashed blindly at Bemular, but his unfocused attacks were ignored as the extra-terrestrial continued firing. As his struggles began to lessen, some of the watching crew turned away from the sight and gagged as the stench of burning flesh hovered over the waves.
At last, the assault ended. Bemular dropped the motionless Godzilla, his head hitting the water as dark smoke drifted from his bleeding maw. Despite the damage, the titan’s chest heaved with difficult breaths, and his half-lidded gaze stared up at the spiky foreigner in defiance. It was exactly what Cameron wanted as he made Bemular lift up the beaten king. As the reptile’s claws restrained him by the head and neck, he made sure to dig one digit into the leviathan’s temple, earning a grunt from his barely conscious captive.
An unfamiliar buzzing caught Godzilla’s ears, growing in volume as it approached. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a brief glimpse of a Cyber Fly before it disappeared behind his head. The artificial insect made its way to Bemular’s incision and prepared its stinger, then sank it into the exposed flesh and delivered its payload. The neural controller instantly hooked itself into the wound as it dug further into the apex’s skull. Desperately, Godzilla shook his head to try and remove the aching pain as a strange dullness began to overtake him. Within seconds, his struggles had ceased and Bemular released him, leaving the King of the Monsters to stare blankly.
Cameron reached atop his headset, flicking the switch to disable the machine and began removing the equipment. With his signal no longer active, the receivers on the two monsters switched over to basic control, leaving them unresponsive in the water. Redressing himself, Cameron made his way back to the bridge, and was greeted with thunderous applause upon entering. The crew cheered and clapped, praising him on his victory and successful testing. The CEO said nothing for a while, his ego feeding on the applause given, even if some of it was far from enthusiastic. Making a mental note of the rebellious individuals and to dock their pay, he raised his hand for silence.
“Thank you, thank you!” he said with an unfitting smile. “I know that this is a momentous occasion in the history of this company, but there is no time to waste on celebration. Within the hour, a helicopter will be arriving to make me and Bemular to meet with the organizers of this project. After our departure, you will take this vessel and Godzilla back to our off-the-grid facility.” His smirk grew wider. “I cannot allow every success to go public, can I?”
There were nods and murmurs of agreement from the crowd before they departed back to their stations to resume the task of repairing the systems. Placing his hands behind his back, Cameron turned for the door.
“Oh, one more thing,” he announced to the security personnel at the doorway. “Make sure to keep an eye on the good skipper. I fear he may get himself into trouble if left… unsupervised.”
The captain swallowed, beads of sweat rolling down his skin as Cameron left the room with one last smirk in his direction. With that order, any hope of telling anyone what happened here was crushed. He silently cursed his lack of a backbone and the consequences that would now bring. In his younger years, he would be quicker to rebel against the wealthy criminal, but age was tempered that fire significantly. Like Godzilla and Bemular, he was but a puppet for the mogul, and had been ever since he’d been first approached years ago. The freshly-appointed CEO had been the only one to hire him due to his criminal history, and he had been grateful for that. But now he could see that it was simply a way to blackmail him into the man’s service. Ever the cheater, liar and accomplished businessman, Cameron Winter would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
As he stared out the window at the two monster’s unresponsive forms, Captain Yoshimura could only wonder with dread what future awaited humanity now.
Winner: BemularK.W.C. // May 19, 2019
Author: Joel Forsberg | Banner: Tyler Trieschock
Farou Island was silent.
Where there once stood an expansive village, there was nothing but sticks and straw. What few natives were still alive cowered beneath rocks and fallen logs, hoping to be spared.
Outside, trampling their once mighty home was a towering, pitch-black monster. A female M.U.T.O. on the prowl.
She hadn’t meant to slaughter the tiny humans when she entered the island; but, when they started chucking the tiny sticks, the M.U.T.O. decided to break through their mighty gate and destroy the town below. Even though their weapons hadn’t harmed the insectoid, she wasn’t willing to see if the hostile primates had anything that was more able.
But man was not that which had drawn her here. No, the M.U.T.O. sensed something much more valuable here: Radiation. Her natural sensors guided her to the stone walls around the village, a built in geiger counter telling her where the sustenance lay.
When she reached the peak of her senses, the arthropod began chiseling away with her massive pick-like claws, actually making decent headway against the stone wall.
As the M.U.T.O. raised her claw to strike into the mountain once more, a loud cry sounded from outside the stone cage. Cheers and cries of excitement were heard from the hiding places of the villagers, for they knew their savior had come!
The M.U.T.O. let out a curious chitter. The roar was unfamiliar; not like anything her line of evolution had programmed into her brain. Not like anything from her time. What could lie behind those walls?
From around the corner, a giant, humanoid hand grasped the rock wall, fur covering all but the fingers. King Kong, ruler of Farou Island, had arrived!
The massive gorilla looked at the carnage at his feet, then to the intruder before him. Kong’s lips curled back in a menacing snarl. The M.U.T.O. turned to Kong and shrieked, shrill and loud, a feeble attempt at intimidation.
But Kong was not easy to scare.
Without even the thought of a pause, he snagged a broken log that was once part of the massive gate. The mighty primate lunged toward the M.U.T.O. and struck her across the face. A cry of pain escaped the M.U.T.O.’s mouth as the wooden club shattered against her her jaw. Her stumbling was an invitation for Kong, who attempted to grab the arthropod’s massive, knuckle-walking arm. However, before his mighty grip could latch on, the M.U.T.O. spun around and swung both of her arms upward into Kong’s chin, sending the gorilla onto his back.
Air forcefully left King Kong’s lungs when he hit the ground, and he groaned in pain. By the time he managed to refocus, the M.U.T.O. was about to impale him with her claw!
Kong rolled out of the way just in time. The claw pierced where his heart was just seconds ago. The M.U.T.O. growled and sent her other claw, this time at the Apes head, but Kong rolled again. When his evasion met its climax, Kong reached out with all four of his appendages: his hands took hold of the arthropods long arms, while his giant, thumbed feet grabbed her head and snout.
Despite the M.U.T.O.’s struggles, Kong held on. His feet began slowly twisting as he attempted to snap the parasite’s neck!
The M.U.T.O. had to think fast. With lightning speed, one of her smaller, secondary arms shot out and stabbed Kong in the thigh. The pain shot through his leg like venom, prompting Kong to cry out and relinquish his grip. The M.U.T.O. took her chance and swung all four of her secondary appendages up. The giant primate was sent somersaulting back, only stopping when his back struck the rock wall.
Kong groaned from the pain and looked up at his opponent, who had finally freed her arms from the sand. The arthropod roared a challenge and charged once more, ready to slay her two legged assailant once and for all. Kong, however, was not so enthusiastic about such an idea. With his right arm extended against the wall, he stealthily grabbed a loose boulder from the cliffside. Through one eye, the ape took aim at the charging M.U.T.O.
As the arthropod galloped, Kong finally lobbed the giant stone. The M.U.T.O.’s charge was cut short when the massive rock struck her forearm. She tumbled and slid, rolling directly into Kong. Both monsters crashed through the stone wall and into the jungle outside, a mess of fur and legs with each trying to gain an advantage. Finally, Kong managed take the upper hand and kick his foe off. The M.U.T.O. landed on her side, the tussle having exhausted her completely.
Kong groggily rose to his feet, hindered by the wound in his leg, but undeterred. The gorilla started toward his fallen enemy, the M.U.T.O. trying hard to regain consciousness. In his final step, Kong pressed his foot down upon the M.U.T.O.’s front arm. With his other foot, he restrained the other mighty claw. The eighth wonder of the world squatted, positioning himself safe from the reach of the M.U.T.O.’s other arms, and pressed his right hand upon the insectoid’s head. The M.U.T.O. groaned, half in pain, half in sorrow, as the palm on her face began crushing her cranium…
A shrill cry sounded through the fog above and echoed around the island. Kong’s eyes shot toward the sky as he attempted to locate the source of the noise. Was it a condor, simply waiting for the death for the creature below him? Or something new?
The King of Farou Island got his answer when a coal black blur dived out of the fog, pushing him off the the Female and into the forest below. Kong grunted when he hit the ground, his mind racing like a horse as he tried to figure out what just happened. No condor could have done that. What kind of creature had the power to knock him over in one blow?
A cloud of dust rose as whatever had struck the mighty gorilla landed in front of the fallen Female. Kong pushed himself into a sitting position to get a better look at his new attacker.
The dust settled, revealing another M.U.T.O. But this creature was smaller, lighter, and definitely had a few less appendages than his larger counterpart. Kong was confused as to how a miniature version of his foe from before could be so powerful.
Suddenly, the smaller M.U.T.O. took a wide stance and raised its head, attempting to be threatening. Kong scoffed, right up until a pair of massive wings uncloaked from its back, accompanied by a deafening screech from the winged monsters toothy beak.
The Female looked up at the newcomer through her drunken daze and whimpered in happiness. A male had heard her cries and come to meet his mate, and, in the process, saved her life; a knight in brimstone armor.
The two combatants wasted no time. Simultaneously, they charged, each ready to rip the other to shreds. As Kong neared closer, the mighty gorilla reached out to grab the insect’s throat. The M.U.T.O. launched over Kong’s grip with a flap of his mighty wings and batted the apes face with his massive arms, planting the blow directly in the ape’s nose and knocking him onto his backside.
Kong sat, dazed. He rose a mighty palm to his nose and tested the area beneath it with his massive fingers. When the hand entered his vision again, the tips of his fingers were painted dark red with his blood.
But before he could even react to the liquid, the M.U.T.O. had circled back. The arthropod hooked into the flesh of Kong’s shoulders with his pike-like claws, eliciting a roar of pain from the great ape. Kong’s cries only encouraged the M.U.T.O., who dragged the primate along with his flight.
It didn’t take long for Kong to push through the pain, and his cries of agony were replaced by a hateful snarl. Kong took the M.U.T.O.’s arms and swung downward. Releasing a shriek of surprise, the multi-legged monster slammed face first into the ground with all six of his limbs of his limbs sticking up in a comical manner.
King Kong beat his chest with a howl of pleasure. He was the king of this island. He was the ruler of these lands! No puny insect could defeat him!
His victory dance was cut short when the M.U.T.O. caught him beneath the kneecap with a secondary claw. The king of the apes bent over with a moan of pain, positioning himself perfectly for the M.U.T.O. to kick him in the top of the head. Kong was sent rolling backward from the blow, but was fortunately stopped.
Or, at least he thought fortunately. When he looked up, the hulking form of the Female M.U.T.O. stared down at him. The giant primate just barely managed to evade a downward blow from the claws of the M.U.T.O. and jumped to his feet. Kong shot a glare at his revived opponent just in time to see her ally land beside her. The Female turned to look at her savior and cooed in appreciation, the Male returning with a soft cry of his own. When they finished exchanging pleasantries, the familiar creatures turned back toward their common foe.
Beating his chest, Kong roared aloud and charged again. The M.U.T.O.s returned the favor, with the Female charging forward and the Male taking to the skies. The gorilla and the female M.U.T.O. collided, arms interlocked, each pushing against each other. Kong’s prehensile toes gave him grip and he began gaining ground, the physical strain causing the Female to groan.
Luckily for her, the Male came to the rescue. With unrivaled aerial control, he dove down and spun around. As the winged insectoid flew backward, he hooked Kong’s mouth with on his arms. Kong was pulled away from the Female, stumbling with the momentum of his flying enemy to keep his cheek from being ripped open.
The Female let herself get reacquainted to the force of gravity without Kong’s weight on against her. As soon as she was stable again, the coal black kaiju charged again. The Male retrieved his claw from Kong’s mouth just before his mate slammed full force into the ape. Kong was slammed flat on his back, but this time he was ready. He used the momentum from falling backward to lash out with his foot and kick the parasite in the throat, giving him time to rise to his feet. The Female coughed as Kong rose, trying to uncrumple her trachea, but Kong lunged forward and wrapped his hands around her neck in an attempt to choke her.
A panicked cry signaled the Male preparing another onslaught. The Female hoped her mate could get the great ape off her. Her wish was to be granted, but at the expense of the Male.
Kong released her throat at the last second. His instincts served him well, and he was able to snag the winged arthropods arms. The male M.U.T.O. gasped in response to the added weight. Kong hooted and hollered, pleased this strategy had worked, but his success didn’t last long. The M.U.T.O. turned abruptly and slammed Kong into the side of a massive cliff. Kong’s grip loosened and he fell to his knees. Right as he snapped out of his daze, the Female charged from behind and slammed him into the rock. Then, as he began to fall, the Male glided sideways and caught Kong across the face, somehow knocking the gorilla back onto his feet.
Kong’s stumbling gave way for the Female to ram him once more. This time, however, she pinned him in place. The Ape slumped down. He would have hit the floor, but the Female had him stuck in place.
Kong couldn’t win. One on one, the ape could handle himself quite well, but the combined might of the two M.U.T.O.’s was too much. He couldn’t fight them, not together.
That when it happened. The clap of thunder echoed through the air, perking Kong’s ears. When he looked up, the repeated flash of lightning met him.
An idea flooded his mind, immediately followed by determination. As the M.U.T.O. prepared to clamp her jaws on his throat, Kong grabbed her smallest arm and pulled it clean off. The grey arthropod cried out and stumbled away, and Kong immediately began scaling the rock wall, catching the attention of the male M.U.T.O. The winged arthropod launched into the air, but not unnoticed. Kong heard the mighty flaps of the M.U.T.O.’s wings and formulated a plan.
The M.U.T.O. attempted a head on assault merely for Kong to leap into the air, allowing the M.U.T.O. to fly into the rock wall below him. The prehistoric parasite squealed as he smacked face first into the crags, followed directly by Kong kicking down with both feet, right into his spine. Next thing the Male knew he was slamming on top of his downed partner, sending them both to the ground.
Kong hooted and pounded one fist against his broad chest. After establishing his dominance, the ape continued to scale the rocky wall. His agile hands wrapped around roots and crags, then pulled his bulk up. This process repeated until he finally reached the top.
Kong pulled his leg over the ledge and looked up. The thunderstorm was still there, but beginning to weaken. Kong didn’t even think; he simply thrusted his fists into the clouds above, electric energy crackling and traveling down his arms. The initial shock did hurt, but after that it was smooth sailing.
At the base of the mountain, the monster power couple awoke. After both making sure the other was okay, they began to scale the mountain. The Female used her massive arms to climb up, while the Male simply soared into the sky. Naturally, he was the first to arrive at the top, and his arrival came with a dire prize.
A sudden strike hit underneath the M.U.T.O.’s jaw, quick and powerful. But the force of the blow was not the only thing that harmed him. Crackling electricity surged through the Male’s veins, shocking him in both meanings of the word.
Kong let out a hearty laugh as he watched the insectoid monster stumble about in confusion. He soon landed another punch on the Male’s face, followed by another in the opposite direction. The Male was stunned by the electricity, but obeyed his natural instinct to get away. A flap of his mammoth wings lifted him backward and into the air, but Kong was not done
Kong snagged the M.U.T.O.’s secondary arms with lightning speed. Thousands of volts of electricity traveled up the insectoids limbs, causing him to screech in pain. Smoke rose from his charring from, joining the grey clouds above.
King Kong let out a another series of victory growls. This creature would be roasted within its shell; a fitting meal for the ruler of Farou Island!
Suddenly, the vascular patterns around the M.U.T.O.’s body began pulsing. The pulse started out steadily, but grew faster and faster by the moment. Though his torrent of voltage continued streaming into the M.U.T.O.’s body, Kong’s eyes shifted from bloodlust to fascination.
What was happening? Was this a symptom of death for this creature?
Suddenly, the Male slammed his massive primary claws into the ground below. A strange, vibrating pulse erupted from the space where it had landed, washing over Kong. The force stumbled him, but he kept his grip tight.
But something was wrong. The blue energy no longer crackled around the insect’s hulking form or around Kong’s fists.
Kong gulped in fear. It wasn’t just his super charged fists that were deactivated, but some of the electrical energy he had stored over his lifetime. He felt frail and weak.
The male M.U.T.O. cackled in amusement and jumped into action. His fanged beak closed on Kong’s shoulder, forcing a loud roar from the ape. His massive wings began pounding against the air and with surprising strength, he lifted himself and Kong off the ground. Kong squealed in surprise and proceeded to beat his massive fists against the winged creature’s back. It was in futility however, and the M.U.T.O. let himself fall on top of the ape, snapping Kong’s ribs and stressing his spine. Kong gasped at the pain of his foes weight. For such a frail creature, it packed a punch!
By the time Kong had finished that thought, he was already falling once more. His broken bones were forced farther into his organs when the M.U.T.O. fell upon him again. The ape wheezed, trying to think of a way out of this situation while the Male lifted up once more before the flying M.U.T.O. slammed Kong down again, breaking one of the apes ribs, sending it upward and piercing his flesh. Kong felt the bone split his flesh and screamed in angui. He wasn’t the only creature to scream in agony as the rib flew up and stabbed the flying arthropod in the stomach, causing him to surrender his grip on Kong’s shoulder in exchange for a wail of his own.
After finishing his cry of pain, Kong uprooted a tree and swung it hard across the M.U.T.O.’s face, forcing the overgrown insect off of his chest. But Kong knew the arthropod was resilient. He didn’t have much time before the M.U.T.O. would be upon him again. The ape king forced himself to get up despite the pain in his ribcage and ran for the precipice.
Unfortunately, for both him and the female M.U.T.O., she had just begun to climb over the edge. Kong collided into her at full speed, sending both combatants off the edge. His mammalian cries of terror mixed with her reverberating cry of surprise. The two kaiju pounded away at each other, each not wanting to be the one who died before they hit the ground.
The fall seemed to last forever. The Female’s claws pierced Kong’s back while he pounded at her face and shoulders, each hoping to land a lucky blow before the ground landed one first.
The female M.U.T.O. heard a desperate screech. Before she could look up, she felt something hook around the middle portion of her powerful arm and pull. The Female looked up and saw her soon-to-be mate, struggling to carry her massive weight. A groan escaped his massive jaws as he tried to carry his mammoth partner, flapping his huge wings with more urgency than ever.
The sudden stop of Kong’s assailant caused him to slip. He began falling, but reached out just in time and grabbed the M.U.T.O. by her secondary arm. The arthropod chattered in pain from the extra pressure on her limb. Kong, not wanting to depend on his foe for stability reached out for the rock wall with one of his massive arms…
So the Female cleaved his other one off.
Without his grip on the parasites arm, Kong plummeted toward the earth, roaring all the way down. His remaining arm flailed as he fell, while the other held tight to the M.U.T.O.’s limb. When he tried to grab onto the rock wall, the stones scraped and cut his fingers, tearing up the flesh and forcing him to recoil.
Another roar escaped his mouth, this time filled with hate instead of fear. The desire to kill the monsters above him swelled within his gut and clouded his mind!
With those final feelings, Kong crashed into the floor. Dust exploded from the impact zone, rising into the air and coating the area.
The Female looked down, curious as to what would greet her. When cloud dissipated, she almost wished she hadn’t.
Kong’s back was bent upward unnaturally. His massive arm was contorted in such a demented fashion that even the M.U.T.O. felt sick. The apes pink tongue dangled from his lifeless jaws. The life in his eyes had disappeared, but the burning hatred lingered.
Finally, the Male dropped his partner to the ground, and she landed harmlessly. Her winged carrier, however, was not so gracious. His lightheadedness from carrying the Female caused his landing to be drunken and unstable.
When he began to fall, the Female was there. She placed her head beneath his chest and pushed him up, helping him regain his footing. When his legs were properly placed once more, the Female rested her head on his wing and let out a heavy breath. The fight had been long and grueling, but thanks to the Male, she survived. Without its assistance, her head would be nothing more than a puddle on the ground.
After the long embrace, the Female lead her winged partner back to the village. The Male chirped in surprise when he saw where Kong and the Female had broken through the rock wall. Embedded within the stone was a thin layer of glowing green rock. His mouth watered as he got closer to the radioactive substance, hunger boiling within. As soon as he arrived at the wall, the pair sprung forward and began snapping up the green shards of radioactive rock. They gorged themselves until it was almost impossible to eat more, clearing the area of the poisonous emeralds. By the time the nucleavores had filled themselves, there was still chunks scattered across the landscape. They hadn’t even gotten to the walls yet!
The sound of tiny marching caught their attention. They looked down and were greeted by a crowd of the tiny primates that had assaulted the Female previously, holding a massive barrel. The Female lowered her massive head, facing the humans with a low chatter. Most of them stumbled back, but the brave few holding the barrel stood their ground. They slowly set down the barrel and kneeled before the monster.
The Female stood her ground with a suspicious growl, examining the contents of the barrel. Behind her, the Male shifted nervously, ready to attack if things went sour.
Hesitantly, the Female leaned forward and stuck her tongue in the barrel. Her red patterns pulsed with excitement when she tasted the liquid inside. The radioactive material might have been filling, but this new substance was like a drug. She wrapped the front of her jaws around it and tilted her head, downing the juice.
Upon seeing this, the Male trotted forward. The primitives brought forward another barrel, which he chugged.
Collectively, the humans brought their faces to the ground, then back up; a show of worship.
The couple stood before their newfound servants, slowly realizing what was happening. With the death of Kong, these people would need a new protector. The M.U.T.O.s, upon tasting the sweet berry juice, desired more from the humans. It was a perfect symbiotic match.
As a wave of drowsiness from the soma berries washed over them, the M.U.T.O.s observed their new domain. The Female rested her head upon her partner’s as they both lowered themselves to the ground to the sound of a rhythmic drumbeat, played by the natives below.
The kaiju’s dreams were filled with visions of what they would do with their newfound territory.
Winner: M.U.T.O.K.W.C. // May 9, 2019