"...With the most gravely, smokey voice that anyone has ever heard. Shield in possession, the masked man charged forth to protect the young one from the mechanical biomass known simply as "cRUZ." The girl is frozen from shock as cRUZ approaches flailing the metal appendages that it possessed to cause serious harm. The masked man cut off cRUZ from reaching the girl with the shield, ever expanding with every clench of his fist, and was able to hold his position and held cRUZ in its place. The viciousness of its attacks would not let up as cRUZ struck the masked man's shield violently with all of its appendages in quick succession. One after another, the lashing would not let up. The masked man would not falter and kept his composure even with the nasty grunting and noises that cRUZ was expelling into the air. The masked man reached into his pocket pulling out what seemed to be a blue and gray hard starch pill. All this while keeping cRUZ from coming any closer to the girl. He ingested it while muttering something under his breath. A quick pulse of energy was expelled from his right hand and a weapon that could be described as an automatic M79 grenade launcher with a large clip appeared within his grasp. cRUZ let out a deafening screech as the masked man opened his left hand wide, causing the shield to send a shock wave that pushed cRUZ to the back of the room and caused it to collapse. The masked man began to empty the clip of the grenade launcher onto cRUZ without pause. The monster became immobile after 4 rounds. The girl was speechless while still breathing hard. She stood up to look at the man who saved her from death, though, she kept her distance. The masked man stood in the same place looking down with the weapons in his hands. The girl began to calm down and pulled down the hood of her jacket with her hands shaking slightly. Her face was dirty and covered with dry blood. Her hair was parted and long enough to almost cover her right eye. She had a blood soaked bandage which covered her left eye while her other gleamed a powerful shade of crimson from her iris. She began to clench the fabric of her hoodie until it began to make folds. "A- Are you going to kill me?" The masked man looked back while holstering his gun and making his shield vanish into floating particles in the air. "Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here." He turned around while staying in the same place, yet, his appearance struck fear into the girl's heart. The ominous figure stood in the dim light staring at her. The girl hesitated for a second but grabbed the nearest object she could find. She grasped onto a steel pipe that she clumsily found and held it ready to attack."