"I lost that chance again because of all of you…
…and there should be a price for that."
"What's… it rambling about?"
"Mint, he… he talks better than you."
The group truly did not know what to expect when they accepted this job — of course, they were already briefed on everything and were even shown several photos of the TFK. But nothing could really prepare them for what they were seeing right now.
The 5 of them were talking to each other, but all of them actually had sweat forming on their face as they looked at this tiny creature in front of them, made even smaller by all the debris of the shed behind him.
They have faced Kaijus the size of an entire house before; some even longer than a train. And so why…
…why were they, right now, sweating in their armor from a kaiju that was as small as their thumbs?
"Look, those are the arms of a Scorpion Assassin. Probably killed one."
"What's that gold plate it's carrying?"
