"Perhaps you can tell me, where am I?" The monster's voice rumbled, holding a deadpan expression, still not quite a fish, but disturbing nonetheless.
"Go and get the head teacher." The general rank sent off the low commander.
"So is that your answer, how boring. Why call for reinforcements when we have yet to dance." His voice spoke with playful force.
In an instant, perhaps invisible to the normal eye, A fight broke out. Boom, the building shuttered.
"Well isn't this a party?" Zengo could immediately sense the man's presents. "So is it a monster? Hard to tell, oh well the teachers can handle it." Zengo grinned.
"What are you grinning about?" A woman dressed in black asked with a grimace glued to her face.
"Nothing, nothing. Back to what you were saying."
****
The man is old, reaching close to the age of sixty, even through all his adventures, all his monster kills, even through years of being a mercenary all the oldman could reach was low alpha general. This never disappointed him, in fact it made him proud he achieved what most couldn't, even now he considers himself strong, his wisdom skill and passion. The greatest thing, he would think, is he got this far without even awakening. In some places in the world he would be respected as a grand master. But the monster rated him as just another opponent. Again this did not disappoint him, he had full knowing that there's those out there who can match him, beat him.
The difference between Alpha and Giga Generals, is alpha relies on magic, be it spells, or just peer power. Giga's use physical strength, and martial techniques.
The monster in front of him leached forward, its deadpan face sent a shiver down the old and experienced man's spine.
"You, find an opening, if you can't then don't butt in." The old man commanded the high rank commander.
The monster shot at him, at a remarkable speed for the wound on his stomach. Even with the monster's speed, the old man activated his magic even faster, creating a shield of shimmering blue.
The monster slammed into the shield, it crackled and discharged magic throughout the area. The shield held, but the old man's feet wavered. Adverting the momentum the old man transferred the magic power into a wide blast, shooting out like a laser. The beam of magic hit into the monster, boiling his blood with its blue inferno. SSSSSSSS, the monster's skin sizzled.
But to think for one second that the monster would just row over and die would be the height of ignorance. With a stomp the monster shot to the side jumping into one of the classrooms.
"No!" The high commander screamed as he ran into the classroom.
"Wait." The old man pleaded, but the man didn't listen.
The old man is not young but to call him slow is like calling a hawk slow. And yet there is an underlying fear, an unnerving fear, something deep in his heart, down to his very soul. It told him that he would be slow, he wouldn't make it. A grimace appeared on the old man's face. He rushed through the same door, to a terrifying sight. The old man's fantasies went wild. Corpses scattered across, blood dripping from the walls, scrunched clumps of flesh that used to be called human. Compared to his imagination, reality is much more tame. The students sat clinging to the walls in fear, within the hands of the monster is the high rank commander. The man didn't struggle with his grasp, he stares at the monster dead in its eyes.
"What is it you desire?" The monster asked in a tempting, refined, almost addictive tone.
"I want my brother back." The man choked out.
The monster clicked his tongue, "Only gods can bring back the dead."
The man sniffled, "But if the gods don't answer my prayers, then who but the devil."
"Now you're mistaken, I'm no devil, and as for your wish, I give you an answer, deep in the Himalayan mountains, you will find someone who can help you. Now my finite time is almost up and I still have a partner to dance with." The monster eyed down the old man.