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Two massive explosions rocked the surrounding landscape, followed by a rain of metal fragments and the unmistakable sounds of laughter. Most of those in the general proximity, including Kouji and Shiro were knocked back by the resulting shockwave, both just managing to get into cover as large and small metallic objects the size of a human body began to rain all around them. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!???" Kouji yelled, focusing entirely on the massive Iron Giant standing between 2 shadowy figures and the rest of the city. "Did Dr Hell turn his own soldiers into bombs?" Shiro pointed at the two shadows, pulling his hand back in seconds before

Thomas made a mistake, the first he made in a long time. He was far from pleased about it. He had forgotten, in his excitement of being the first Mazinger pilot since he worked on the project with Juzou that he had forgotten to question the old man about where he moved Z after the whole house incident. He knew that the machine had to be relocated, but never queried about where it ended up afterwards. Nonetheless, he decided to focus his search in the surrounding landscape while also watching how the battle was beginning to unfold. As soon as the Bronze Statues were identified on radar and sonar, the Itami garrison (every major population ce

Kouji was told that the police and several military watchmen were ordered to investigate the incident at his house to understand the situation there, believing it to be nothing more but some burglars who tried to get lucky. "Don't believe those government lapdogs" Tommy began to say, driving him down the road on a motor cycle at a rather unreasonable speed "They were paid off to make it look like an isolated incident to hide their mistake." "And that would be?" Kouji raised his eyebrow while waiting for a response " My home just got raided by who knows what, I'm sitting with the perpetrator, on a motorcycle going to who knows where, and you

Sayaka was not a happy customer. She had spent most of her morning trying to get out of a stealth suit, her already poor mood seemingly hindering her progress, and into her school uniform. She rushed to get food, only having had some toast and an egg for breakfast, the latter she could barely hold in the whole time, and for the icing on her current cake of a bad day, she arrived late. Worst of all this, she was stuck outside of her classroom, holding water buckets for swearing at the teacher after she mistook him for a certain individual she really wanted to regret meeting her. Overall, it was normal enough for someone who tried keeping time

" Are you sure you don't want me to take those for you?" Shiro asked Davis if he wanted to help him move in, but the man insisted that he could take care of it himself "This is nothing, little one, I can handle." "Okay" Shiro barely knew the guy for 5 minutes and he was already uncomfortable around him. Thomson Nathaniel Xavier Davidson, named "Tommy Davis" by his friends and family, was a Sargent in the Special Air Service in the United Kingdom, mainly battling Count Brocken's Iron Cross Army throughtout Europe. He earned the respect and admiration of many, but was still met with suspicion due to the fact that only a select few actually met

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Kouji Kabuto woke up with a crash as the shock of the scream that rattled the house made him fall from his bed. While it rarely happened in his home, Kouji already guessed what had happened. Shiro, his little brother, went to wake up his Grandfather, Juzou, once again forgetting that even though he was an old man, Juzou was always an early bird. Not to mention the scar on his rather frightening face was enoughto give the faint-hearted living nightmares when viewed in a darkened room. Still, Shiro was still little enough to forget every once and a while. "Sorry about that lad, I guess I have o

"To achieve ultimate power in this reality, you must choose a path. Would you choose the path of a God, who's power and authority is unrivaled by only those who claimed it? Or the path of a Devil, a monstrous entity who wrestled Immortality and Invincibility over all other life? Many have died in the attempt of this grand undertaking, for before the choice can be made, one must follow an endless journey, the path of endless battle. Fight to win, claim the power and glory of the defeated and become what you kill. Ascend to ultimate power, then decide the fate of those before you. These were the ideals that founded the Empire of Mycea, a race