Ken never grew up particularly wealthy infact he didn't grow up with wealth at all hence from a very early age he had learnt that the world didn't give handouts and the only victors where the ones that where willing to steal and sacrifice their morals or at least what little was left in this harsh world.
Running out of the mansion Ken finally escaped he's pursuers heading for the town square to blend in to a much larger crowd and avoid easy detection. Amidst the crowd he thought to himself.
'Those two again why do they keep following me around it's only a bag and also how the frick did they find me '
He kicked a pebble against a telephone pole .
Grr grrr grr-
"Wait what is that shaking did someone blow up something "
He looked around the crowd seeing everyone around him just as confused about the vibrations.
As he's eyes passed over the fountain he saw it rising and falling as if breathing.
In the next moments he's eyes shot wide and before he could finish screaming .
"KAIIIIJJJJ——"
It burst from beneath the fountain flying up so high the Kaiju, a monstrous winged worm the size of a skyscraper, cast a grotesque shadow over the town square. Its descent felt impossibly slow, a deliberate torment before the inevitable carnage. Ken's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Every beat echoed the panicked gasps of the crowd around him. 'This can't be happening,' he thought, a cold dread slithering down his spine. His gaze darted around, searching for escape, but towering buildings hemmed them in on all sides. There was nowhere to run. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the agonizing impact of razor-sharp teeth and thrashing wings. Today, he was sure, wouldn't be his lucky day.
Instead, a deafening roar filled the air, a sound so raw and primal it vibrated through his bones. He cracked open an eye, a sliver of hope slicing through the terror. There, towering over the thrashing crowd, stood Paul.
But Paul wasn't Paul anymore. He was a colossus, easily dwarfing the five-story buildings that lined the square. His forearms had morphed into scaled clawed monstrosities thick, a primal ape form was the form he had assumed and his eyes glowed with an eerie, electric yellow light. He wasn't just imposing; he was a tempestuous force of nature given form.
The monstrous worm, momentarily stunned, twisted its gargantuan body and let out a shrill shriek that echoed through the concrete canyons. It lunged at Paul, its maw agape, revealing rows of razor-sharp fangs that could swallow a car whole.
Paul, with surprising agility for his size, sidestepped the attack. His massive fist, easily the size of a Volkswagen Beetle, slammed into the creature's side. The impact sent the worm reeling, a sickening crunch echoing as ribs fractured under the blow.
But the beast was far from finished. Enraged, it whipped its long, segmented body around, slamming its tail into Paul's leg. The force of the blow sent Paul crashing to a knee, the ground groaning under his immense weight.
Ken, his initial terror replaced by a surge of desperate courage, watched in horror. This wasn't a fight Paul could win with brute strength alone. The worm was simply too massive, too resilient.
As if sensing Ken's fear, Paul roared, a sound that resonated with a primal defiance. He lunged forward, not with a fist, but with a wide-open palm. His hand connected with the worm's writhing body, and slashed at the beast drawing blood . The creature shrieked in agony, its enormous form convulsing as a wave of raw pain ripped through it.
For a terrifying moment, it seemed like Paul was winning. The worm's screams turning into a pitiful whine. Then, just as abruptly, the creature contorted and died. Paul staggered back, his hand dripping with blood.
The worm, though grievously wounded, wasn't dead. It lashed out in a blind fury, its body twisting in a corkscrew motion the last kick of a dying house so to speak . From its maw, a ball of sickly green energy began to form, growing larger and larger with each passing second.
Panic surged through the crowd. People screamed and scattered, a desperate wave of humanity attempting to outrun annihilation. Ken watched, his heart hammering against his ribs. The blast was aimed directly at the heart of the square, where the evacuation was slowest, most chaotic.
There wasn't enough time. No one would make it including himself.
In a split second, a decision formed in Ken's mind, a decision born out of raw instinct and a desperate need to protect himself . He ignored the screaming throngs below, ignored the self-preservation screaming in his own head. With a burst of adrenaline, he launched himself upwards, leaping impossibly high over the heads of the fleeing crowd.
Time seemed to slow. Ken soared through the air, the wind whipping at his face, the terrified screams of the crowd a distant hum. He reached the apex of his jump, his body hanging suspended for a single, agonizing moment. Then, the green energy blast erupted from the worm's maw, a blinding emerald spear hurtling towards the unsuspecting crowd below.
Acting on pure reflex, Ken reached out, his hand outstretched towards the oncoming blast. An intense heat seared his flesh, but he held firm. Then, a miracle occurred. The green energy, instead of engulfing him, wrapped around his arm, tendrils of energy clinging to his outstretched palm. With a final, desperate surge of will, Ken absorbed the energy having a blue glow erupt from his body fired back a blue energy back, redirecting it towards the monstrous worm.
The blast, amplified by Ken's unknown power, slammed into the creature with a force that shook the very foundations of the city. A blinding white light engulfed the square, momentarily erasing everything from sight. When the light finally faded, the monstrous worm was gone, nothing left.
Ken, his body wracked with pain, plummeted back towards the ground. He felt his consciousness slipping, the world dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors. The last thing he saw was Paul, his giant form shrinking back to human size, rushing towards him as the darkness claimed him.