It was devil wishing, the lambs of Tokyo were all witnesses to an
appalling murder. It was dressed in the Gudis's eyes, that voice that would
wound a baby; it was nothing more than death, and Godzilla was dripping in
its vision. It was like heaven's clouds had dropped amongst the skyline of
Tokyo, the stony, tomblike silence that had been chiseled out of the loud
city.
A dreamt stress buckled on to the almost adolescent body of Miki Saegusa. Intermingled shells of metal and tormenting glass wrinkled her body into a bowing model over the seat that she was just sitting in moments before. The tank of thoughts that roamed in her mind from morning to night, where blank now, greedily embalmed in the darkness of unconsciousness. Something was needed to wake her up, something that she would know too well, something familiar.
Like the coolness of water against her face, a sound like it could only come from a dream. It's dwelling, dipping drive of a wail, one that was dreamt of too much. Like a father's voice, it was there in her ear as she slept, making her believe that it was just a dream and nothing more. Though, another sound weaved itself from nothing, leathery and harsh, almost like it was driven to create hate. Something of that atrociousness and replicated fright could never been dreamt up, not even in a nightmare.
A massaging rub teased Miki's shoulder. "Miki, wake up. You have to wake up now!" With concern deep in her voice, Meru begged for Miki to get up.
Knowing the voices and sounds that lumbered around her weren't being created by her mind, Miki forced her eyes to gain an image as to where these sounds were coming from. The voice didn't need any recognizing, either did the stark and wintry roar of junior, but the other was what made Miki's eyes expose themselves. Still, not only did the grating sound draw Miki awake, it was the company of the evil that seemed to constrict and compress life, it was if it was too much to for one person to hold, a feeling like an everlasting cold shiver.
"What's going on, Meru?" The imprint of just waking still fresh to her words.
"Well, our Junior seems to be taking after his father. Though, it doesn't seem like the outcome will be in his favor. Whatever this new monster is, it has the whole world stirred up already. I think it would be best if we get out of here."
"Junior? I would have never imagined that he would come to fight. We have to help him, guide his mind, force him to leave before he gets killed." Detested and grief-stricken, Miki strived to lift herself out of the wreckage, just enough to see, but Meru placed a gripping hand on her shoulder, allowing her not to rise.
"Miki, we have to let him fight his own battle, he came her by choice and that means we have no right to take that away from him. We have to let him fight."
Several twists of body langue inspired and motivated the hesitative Junior as his lips drew up with strings of coy, peeling back the tender wall that obstructed the horrific thoughts of its forced fight with the adolescent Destroyah. A chilled, but fiery flame still burned in his neck, the very base were the horrendous monster pierced its jaw into it and injected it with beads of Micro-Oxygen, that tore away at the very morsels of Junior's life. This was what made Junior petrified and weary of what things may come now that it has to bestow the responsible of his elder, that same pain suffered again, or being killed by the one thing that gives him life.
Out of panic and alarm, the chilled fire that was in Godzilla's throat ignited and liberated itself from Junior's maw, the liquid heat ran over the Gudis's face like blazing kerosene. The stinging wisps of smoke were the only traces to the belched fire, not even the Gudis's sourful skin showed any sign that it had been submerged in a wash of molten fire.
That obscene action that Junior played against the Gudis; let the devil know its bounds with the earth monster. Its weapon of choice was nothing more than an animated breeze of moist, cooling air. It could have been a tranquil moment, if the gust of tearing gases didn't cluster and rupture in a wrenching explosion. Even with the detonation of the discharged nuclear flames, the Gudis was still unimpressed.
The demanding smack of Gudis's mandibles, abided for its taste of Godzilla's blood, of what it could do to the creature that has what it needs. With peaceful treads from the Gudis's tail, it packed in the closeness; Godzilla's heart beat thudding louder and louder, becoming easier to hear the life source of the monster. It was now time for the Gudis to analysis its strength against the robust being.
The dread and sourful mist of sensation that the Gudis breathed and let off, tyrannized Godzilla; it give off the mood of death. With each pressed step that the Gudis covered, Godzilla edged back, its muscles operating like a frighten animal, knowing that it's the weaker of the two. Godzilla's lone act towards the Gudis, was curling the side of his jaw, illustrating the identical twin rows of vicious, and well-aimed teeth. Pieces of conducting bone twined with traces of nuclear energy against Godzilla's back, his teeth still closed, zeroing in on the last second to strike.
The Gudis, with depth and aptitude, pitched and tossed its arm up, transferring its buckled tentacle into the under jaw of Godzilla. The vulgar might of the collision, cabled Godzilla, towing him off his feet. The snap of the force, unlocked Godzilla's wired jaws; unleashing the sweltering spray of the nuclear firestorm from within, into the harmlessness of the sky; illuminating the dismal area with a tinge of dreaming blue before it returned to the darkness. Titan plates of pressed and shaped bone crumpled and matted the concrete and glass of an office building they ran aground on, completely separating it into to two halves, giving no support to the mammoth weight that has been bestowed upon it. Godzilla's back spines continue pass the compressed building as they jerk and tear to stop against the ground that they have now anchored into.
It was a magnificent sight to the Gudis, its powers roving stronger than they ever had and the fierce creature down on the ground, its superiority gone with the ashes of time. The fragmented body of Godzilla was a perfect vista, its body parallel to the ground, its tail labored and tied to the ground, in attainable seizure of the Gudis's tentacles. Orange sinew twined almost stylishly over the slumbered tail of Godzilla. With a brilliant tug, coated and caked dust plumed as Godzilla's body was effortlessly carted and winched off the ground. With a tilting thread, The Gudis bore the weight of Godzilla and bent it into the wind, letting the broad tail slip away from its grasp. The vast strength and effort of the Gudis, halted Godzilla into the tone of the night, its body suspended in a forward motion as it hastened towards a lofty building. The structure flustered in fright, its body already feeling the lick of wind as the capsule of pressure built. A sadistic collision of pocketed flesh and muscle with steel and timid glass discharged, as Godzilla's skull was skewed into the assembly of metal and concrete, dissolving the top half of the building from itself. The total occupied mass of Godzilla, tattered and broken, laid a top the still severed building, his stomach compressing over the entire floor that laid open below him. The girders strained at the burden that was place on them, not even taking most of the weight that hung over the sides of the building. With a confusion of dust and debris, foundation split in two, sending the building disjointed into thousands of crumbling pieces. In the drizzle of dropping slabs of the once beautiful building, Godzilla's virtually comatose body stumbled over the large chucks of the building. Still pieced blocks of concrete carefully obscured Godzilla's body, leaving it in a disturbed grave.
The Gudis salivated at the devastation that had been laid upon the savage beast. It knew that its heart was slowly dying, the thud, almost hollow sounding as Godzilla's heart thumped. With a twinge from the Gudis's eyes, it peered into the wreckage, as an azure flame sputtered from within.
The fragments of the former building went soaring, being palmed by a gleaming cobalt sphere, the concrete melting into a fine sludge by the roasting heat that sheeted it. Before the glaring flare degenerated, slick bushes of darken charcoal belted across the face of the Gudis. As the Gudis's eyes centered themselves, a broad palm was placed in between them, the yellow tainted claws dug in to creased flesh. Teetered muscles ejected tons of pressure as they conveyed The Gudis over the shell of the city. Paged force encapsulated the Gudis into a multilevel apartment complex as its mass wedged against the side as the center collapsed in. A soiled titter slipped from Godzilla's curved lip, a mournful sound before what happened next. A combustion of tinkled light shattered from Godzilla's ivory spines, intertwines of juicing nuclear energy loped and scuttled down Godzilla arm, covering it in a trudging blue, until it assembled at the base of Godzilla's palm. The fraying, clouted energy smoldered the Gudis's eyes before it enclosed the Gudis in a vivid indigo blue. The bizarre field of spawned nuclear energy marinated on the Gudis's skin like a breathing flame, turning that dreadful smell of death in to an aroma of crisp smoke. The radiant, uncontrollable waltz of prickling energy accelerated and ignited, the once swarm of power gathered into a billowing mushroom cloud.
The thrill of winning swam to Godzilla's head, the once feared and terrified monster was gone, burnt away by Godzilla own energy, the same that was given to him by his father. The Gudis proved to be powerful for the novice fighter, knowing that any longer he would be overcome by the monster's superiority. It was only time before Godzilla would catch his father's way and gain the strength that he needed. Although, the harmony smell of smoke was wishing away, and the foul, sourly reek of the Gudis was soon coming back. The breach of crimson and scarlet through the smoke came as two ovals. It wasn't long before the smoldering form of the Gudis came too again.
Its unfathomable, throated bellow, like two rocks being grinded down into sand, drained time itself. As its carroty finger like mandibles opened to let it's howling winds surge out, something else exceed from the Gudis's mouth. In the current of air, a coarse glob of dark jade sorted towards Godzilla as he snarled to its thought victory. The suffocating sphere of saturated jaded green clouted rigidly against Godzilla's robust chest, dipping deep into the left side. Plumes of acidic smoke spoke from the gaping hole that had been dug into Godzilla's upper body as the ball of muddy, toxic material wormed through.
With a holler of squirming pain, Godzilla's chest smoldered more, thick squeezes of tainted blood seeped out from the sides. Godzilla begged the heavens for relief from this exhausting wound as he wailed. The Gudis inspected the dreadful scene, keen on killing the riotous beast that was born of this world's high species. As the scalded monster's skin bubbled around the scorching cavity, the Gudis flipped and tapped its muscular tentacle, arresting Godzilla's bottom jaw, impairing the monster from easing its sorrowful pain through its screams. Creeping and deadly winds brushed Godzilla off his feet, his seismic weight demolishing another wealthy office building.
Godzilla's unresponsive body lied on top of the rubble, its chest still sizzling and foamed with smoke. Single twitches of curling lips came from Godzilla's mouth, the only sign of animation that breathed life. The impression of pain that the Gudis inflicted on Godzilla was not satisfactory to its standards. Suspended above the dull figure of Godzilla, the demonized god swamped its tentacle in the fissure that it made on Godzilla's left breast. With the soulless contact, the wound stoked with breaths of blood; the touch of the heart was close to the Gudis's arm. An atrocious cry of sticking distress loped from Godzilla's maw. The Gudis's limb lapped and streaked in the bloody pond, as Godzilla's flesh groaned with rivets of still sweltering blood. The minor brush of the Gudis's tentacle was an aging process on Godzilla's heart, as it grew sluggish and started to gradually die. Godzilla's vile screams became calmed wisps of spoiled exhales of air, ruined with the lack of a heartbeat. The Gudis's retracted his arm from Godzilla's breast, letting the monster finally have peace from its pain.
With the human made monster dead, the Gudis's cells were ready to harvest the nuclear creature's cells to join the rest in Earth's atmosphere, preparing for something large on the horizon. The Gudis, out of respect of the fighting monster, turned and let the animal die in its own natural process.
A surge of nuclear electricity coiled from Godzilla's grave, a flash of charcoal and red belted to the back of the Gudis. Ivory teeth hacked into the shoulder of the Gudis, its unyielding flesh never cut deep enough to spill its valued blood, but the monster that was just thought dead, was sufficient enough to extract the wicked blood of the Gudis. Godzilla's teeth severed the Gudis's muddy colored flesh, its breast churned with blood and smoke still. The sadistic side of junior flourished in its mind, the appalling images of what Destroyah did to him, that same evil felt from the Gudis, only stronger than that of Destroyah's.
The fall of the Gudis's blood was its own mistake; it should have made sure that the beast was dead. With a curl of its arm, the Gudis bonded its tentacle around Godzilla's vast neck. An exact fleet of the Gudis's muscles transferred Godzilla's correct mass to its face, the leaking, droning scent of decayed flesh and fright, detained Godzilla's nose. A fragment of the Gudis's might elevated the rampant brute off his feet, as Godzilla's tempered mouth snapped at this unmanageable fate. Before Godzilla's teeth could touch the fires that had been churned out from his stomach in response, they were surpassed by the Gudis's clasp, bouncing around in Godzilla's throat; they were disperses through any open pore that it could found. The unstable, clashing energy severed the grip of the Gudis, tossing it away from its prey and into a lofty structure, doing the same to Godzilla.
As the Gudis pulled itself from the building that its body just been merged into, intact sections of glass and molten steel deteriorated. The space demon mused as to how to kill the protective monster in such a way that the nuclear monster's cells would twine and gush with pain, even after they are consumed by it, but it would have fun before its cells drank in the creature's brilliant power.
Staggered, Godzilla raised again, its nuclear energies exhausted to their limit, his muscles quivering from the lack of nuclear material. Lurching towards the oppressor of space with ridged steps, Godzilla reached out its arm to maintain its onslaught on the devil. The Gudis calmly hoisted its lengthy limb above Godzilla's trying arm, with the crack of a belt of flesh, the Gudis's appendage heavily pushed on Godzilla's elbow, splattered skin and blood foiled over the milky white grimace of bone that prodded from Godzilla's elbow now.
A revolting press of air pasted itself on the calm night from Godzilla's mouth, one of the last that the city would hear. Abiding the final steps of severing the monster's life, the Gudis waved its tentacle into the side of Godzilla's head, Godzilla's muscles too weak to counter enough strength to hold itself up. With pints of pain and suffering swelling in its body, Godzilla laid flat on its back, putting no defense up to the perched Gudis that hung above him now, admiring him in a devilish way. A discharge of oily, dark jaded green substance bloated in the basin of flesh that still had not healed. The tissue tenderized to the sour material, making it easier for the Gudis to wedge its tentacle in the crevasse that held Godzilla's heart. A delicate loop and tug liberated the heart from its connections, displaying themselves in folds of streaming blood. Timeless care went into the Gudis's limb as it heaved the redden vessel of life towards its eyes, with a sourful look, the Gudis collapsed the spongy member in its arm, a fountain's worth of blood dribbling on its rightful owner. It was the only thing left for the Gudis to do, to make sure that it was impossible for the creature to rise again.
Upset remains of glass reflected the horrific event again; Miki's eyes had never foreseen that Junior would lose and his corpse be mutilated by such a ravenous monster. It was like seeing a child being killed in front of your eyes, and you knew that you could have helped, but decided its best that you don't get involved, this was Miki's pain. She had devoted so much time to Junior, to make sure that he grew strong and soon befriend so, that he would not be seen as a threat anymore. That day came for him to prove it, but his end was seen before his beginning.
"I'll do whatever I can to rid the world of this monster." It was then that Miki knew what she had to do, confront the Gudis with her mind.
A dreamt stress buckled on to the almost adolescent body of Miki Saegusa. Intermingled shells of metal and tormenting glass wrinkled her body into a bowing model over the seat that she was just sitting in moments before. The tank of thoughts that roamed in her mind from morning to night, where blank now, greedily embalmed in the darkness of unconsciousness. Something was needed to wake her up, something that she would know too well, something familiar.
Like the coolness of water against her face, a sound like it could only come from a dream. It's dwelling, dipping drive of a wail, one that was dreamt of too much. Like a father's voice, it was there in her ear as she slept, making her believe that it was just a dream and nothing more. Though, another sound weaved itself from nothing, leathery and harsh, almost like it was driven to create hate. Something of that atrociousness and replicated fright could never been dreamt up, not even in a nightmare.
A massaging rub teased Miki's shoulder. "Miki, wake up. You have to wake up now!" With concern deep in her voice, Meru begged for Miki to get up.
Knowing the voices and sounds that lumbered around her weren't being created by her mind, Miki forced her eyes to gain an image as to where these sounds were coming from. The voice didn't need any recognizing, either did the stark and wintry roar of junior, but the other was what made Miki's eyes expose themselves. Still, not only did the grating sound draw Miki awake, it was the company of the evil that seemed to constrict and compress life, it was if it was too much to for one person to hold, a feeling like an everlasting cold shiver.
"What's going on, Meru?" The imprint of just waking still fresh to her words.
"Well, our Junior seems to be taking after his father. Though, it doesn't seem like the outcome will be in his favor. Whatever this new monster is, it has the whole world stirred up already. I think it would be best if we get out of here."
"Junior? I would have never imagined that he would come to fight. We have to help him, guide his mind, force him to leave before he gets killed." Detested and grief-stricken, Miki strived to lift herself out of the wreckage, just enough to see, but Meru placed a gripping hand on her shoulder, allowing her not to rise.
"Miki, we have to let him fight his own battle, he came her by choice and that means we have no right to take that away from him. We have to let him fight."
Several twists of body langue inspired and motivated the hesitative Junior as his lips drew up with strings of coy, peeling back the tender wall that obstructed the horrific thoughts of its forced fight with the adolescent Destroyah. A chilled, but fiery flame still burned in his neck, the very base were the horrendous monster pierced its jaw into it and injected it with beads of Micro-Oxygen, that tore away at the very morsels of Junior's life. This was what made Junior petrified and weary of what things may come now that it has to bestow the responsible of his elder, that same pain suffered again, or being killed by the one thing that gives him life.
Out of panic and alarm, the chilled fire that was in Godzilla's throat ignited and liberated itself from Junior's maw, the liquid heat ran over the Gudis's face like blazing kerosene. The stinging wisps of smoke were the only traces to the belched fire, not even the Gudis's sourful skin showed any sign that it had been submerged in a wash of molten fire.
That obscene action that Junior played against the Gudis; let the devil know its bounds with the earth monster. Its weapon of choice was nothing more than an animated breeze of moist, cooling air. It could have been a tranquil moment, if the gust of tearing gases didn't cluster and rupture in a wrenching explosion. Even with the detonation of the discharged nuclear flames, the Gudis was still unimpressed.
The demanding smack of Gudis's mandibles, abided for its taste of Godzilla's blood, of what it could do to the creature that has what it needs. With peaceful treads from the Gudis's tail, it packed in the closeness; Godzilla's heart beat thudding louder and louder, becoming easier to hear the life source of the monster. It was now time for the Gudis to analysis its strength against the robust being.
The dread and sourful mist of sensation that the Gudis breathed and let off, tyrannized Godzilla; it give off the mood of death. With each pressed step that the Gudis covered, Godzilla edged back, its muscles operating like a frighten animal, knowing that it's the weaker of the two. Godzilla's lone act towards the Gudis, was curling the side of his jaw, illustrating the identical twin rows of vicious, and well-aimed teeth. Pieces of conducting bone twined with traces of nuclear energy against Godzilla's back, his teeth still closed, zeroing in on the last second to strike.
The Gudis, with depth and aptitude, pitched and tossed its arm up, transferring its buckled tentacle into the under jaw of Godzilla. The vulgar might of the collision, cabled Godzilla, towing him off his feet. The snap of the force, unlocked Godzilla's wired jaws; unleashing the sweltering spray of the nuclear firestorm from within, into the harmlessness of the sky; illuminating the dismal area with a tinge of dreaming blue before it returned to the darkness. Titan plates of pressed and shaped bone crumpled and matted the concrete and glass of an office building they ran aground on, completely separating it into to two halves, giving no support to the mammoth weight that has been bestowed upon it. Godzilla's back spines continue pass the compressed building as they jerk and tear to stop against the ground that they have now anchored into.
It was a magnificent sight to the Gudis, its powers roving stronger than they ever had and the fierce creature down on the ground, its superiority gone with the ashes of time. The fragmented body of Godzilla was a perfect vista, its body parallel to the ground, its tail labored and tied to the ground, in attainable seizure of the Gudis's tentacles. Orange sinew twined almost stylishly over the slumbered tail of Godzilla. With a brilliant tug, coated and caked dust plumed as Godzilla's body was effortlessly carted and winched off the ground. With a tilting thread, The Gudis bore the weight of Godzilla and bent it into the wind, letting the broad tail slip away from its grasp. The vast strength and effort of the Gudis, halted Godzilla into the tone of the night, its body suspended in a forward motion as it hastened towards a lofty building. The structure flustered in fright, its body already feeling the lick of wind as the capsule of pressure built. A sadistic collision of pocketed flesh and muscle with steel and timid glass discharged, as Godzilla's skull was skewed into the assembly of metal and concrete, dissolving the top half of the building from itself. The total occupied mass of Godzilla, tattered and broken, laid a top the still severed building, his stomach compressing over the entire floor that laid open below him. The girders strained at the burden that was place on them, not even taking most of the weight that hung over the sides of the building. With a confusion of dust and debris, foundation split in two, sending the building disjointed into thousands of crumbling pieces. In the drizzle of dropping slabs of the once beautiful building, Godzilla's virtually comatose body stumbled over the large chucks of the building. Still pieced blocks of concrete carefully obscured Godzilla's body, leaving it in a disturbed grave.
The Gudis salivated at the devastation that had been laid upon the savage beast. It knew that its heart was slowly dying, the thud, almost hollow sounding as Godzilla's heart thumped. With a twinge from the Gudis's eyes, it peered into the wreckage, as an azure flame sputtered from within.
The fragments of the former building went soaring, being palmed by a gleaming cobalt sphere, the concrete melting into a fine sludge by the roasting heat that sheeted it. Before the glaring flare degenerated, slick bushes of darken charcoal belted across the face of the Gudis. As the Gudis's eyes centered themselves, a broad palm was placed in between them, the yellow tainted claws dug in to creased flesh. Teetered muscles ejected tons of pressure as they conveyed The Gudis over the shell of the city. Paged force encapsulated the Gudis into a multilevel apartment complex as its mass wedged against the side as the center collapsed in. A soiled titter slipped from Godzilla's curved lip, a mournful sound before what happened next. A combustion of tinkled light shattered from Godzilla's ivory spines, intertwines of juicing nuclear energy loped and scuttled down Godzilla arm, covering it in a trudging blue, until it assembled at the base of Godzilla's palm. The fraying, clouted energy smoldered the Gudis's eyes before it enclosed the Gudis in a vivid indigo blue. The bizarre field of spawned nuclear energy marinated on the Gudis's skin like a breathing flame, turning that dreadful smell of death in to an aroma of crisp smoke. The radiant, uncontrollable waltz of prickling energy accelerated and ignited, the once swarm of power gathered into a billowing mushroom cloud.
The thrill of winning swam to Godzilla's head, the once feared and terrified monster was gone, burnt away by Godzilla own energy, the same that was given to him by his father. The Gudis proved to be powerful for the novice fighter, knowing that any longer he would be overcome by the monster's superiority. It was only time before Godzilla would catch his father's way and gain the strength that he needed. Although, the harmony smell of smoke was wishing away, and the foul, sourly reek of the Gudis was soon coming back. The breach of crimson and scarlet through the smoke came as two ovals. It wasn't long before the smoldering form of the Gudis came too again.
Its unfathomable, throated bellow, like two rocks being grinded down into sand, drained time itself. As its carroty finger like mandibles opened to let it's howling winds surge out, something else exceed from the Gudis's mouth. In the current of air, a coarse glob of dark jade sorted towards Godzilla as he snarled to its thought victory. The suffocating sphere of saturated jaded green clouted rigidly against Godzilla's robust chest, dipping deep into the left side. Plumes of acidic smoke spoke from the gaping hole that had been dug into Godzilla's upper body as the ball of muddy, toxic material wormed through.
With a holler of squirming pain, Godzilla's chest smoldered more, thick squeezes of tainted blood seeped out from the sides. Godzilla begged the heavens for relief from this exhausting wound as he wailed. The Gudis inspected the dreadful scene, keen on killing the riotous beast that was born of this world's high species. As the scalded monster's skin bubbled around the scorching cavity, the Gudis flipped and tapped its muscular tentacle, arresting Godzilla's bottom jaw, impairing the monster from easing its sorrowful pain through its screams. Creeping and deadly winds brushed Godzilla off his feet, his seismic weight demolishing another wealthy office building.
Godzilla's unresponsive body lied on top of the rubble, its chest still sizzling and foamed with smoke. Single twitches of curling lips came from Godzilla's mouth, the only sign of animation that breathed life. The impression of pain that the Gudis inflicted on Godzilla was not satisfactory to its standards. Suspended above the dull figure of Godzilla, the demonized god swamped its tentacle in the fissure that it made on Godzilla's left breast. With the soulless contact, the wound stoked with breaths of blood; the touch of the heart was close to the Gudis's arm. An atrocious cry of sticking distress loped from Godzilla's maw. The Gudis's limb lapped and streaked in the bloody pond, as Godzilla's flesh groaned with rivets of still sweltering blood. The minor brush of the Gudis's tentacle was an aging process on Godzilla's heart, as it grew sluggish and started to gradually die. Godzilla's vile screams became calmed wisps of spoiled exhales of air, ruined with the lack of a heartbeat. The Gudis's retracted his arm from Godzilla's breast, letting the monster finally have peace from its pain.
With the human made monster dead, the Gudis's cells were ready to harvest the nuclear creature's cells to join the rest in Earth's atmosphere, preparing for something large on the horizon. The Gudis, out of respect of the fighting monster, turned and let the animal die in its own natural process.
A surge of nuclear electricity coiled from Godzilla's grave, a flash of charcoal and red belted to the back of the Gudis. Ivory teeth hacked into the shoulder of the Gudis, its unyielding flesh never cut deep enough to spill its valued blood, but the monster that was just thought dead, was sufficient enough to extract the wicked blood of the Gudis. Godzilla's teeth severed the Gudis's muddy colored flesh, its breast churned with blood and smoke still. The sadistic side of junior flourished in its mind, the appalling images of what Destroyah did to him, that same evil felt from the Gudis, only stronger than that of Destroyah's.
The fall of the Gudis's blood was its own mistake; it should have made sure that the beast was dead. With a curl of its arm, the Gudis bonded its tentacle around Godzilla's vast neck. An exact fleet of the Gudis's muscles transferred Godzilla's correct mass to its face, the leaking, droning scent of decayed flesh and fright, detained Godzilla's nose. A fragment of the Gudis's might elevated the rampant brute off his feet, as Godzilla's tempered mouth snapped at this unmanageable fate. Before Godzilla's teeth could touch the fires that had been churned out from his stomach in response, they were surpassed by the Gudis's clasp, bouncing around in Godzilla's throat; they were disperses through any open pore that it could found. The unstable, clashing energy severed the grip of the Gudis, tossing it away from its prey and into a lofty structure, doing the same to Godzilla.
As the Gudis pulled itself from the building that its body just been merged into, intact sections of glass and molten steel deteriorated. The space demon mused as to how to kill the protective monster in such a way that the nuclear monster's cells would twine and gush with pain, even after they are consumed by it, but it would have fun before its cells drank in the creature's brilliant power.
Staggered, Godzilla raised again, its nuclear energies exhausted to their limit, his muscles quivering from the lack of nuclear material. Lurching towards the oppressor of space with ridged steps, Godzilla reached out its arm to maintain its onslaught on the devil. The Gudis calmly hoisted its lengthy limb above Godzilla's trying arm, with the crack of a belt of flesh, the Gudis's appendage heavily pushed on Godzilla's elbow, splattered skin and blood foiled over the milky white grimace of bone that prodded from Godzilla's elbow now.
A revolting press of air pasted itself on the calm night from Godzilla's mouth, one of the last that the city would hear. Abiding the final steps of severing the monster's life, the Gudis waved its tentacle into the side of Godzilla's head, Godzilla's muscles too weak to counter enough strength to hold itself up. With pints of pain and suffering swelling in its body, Godzilla laid flat on its back, putting no defense up to the perched Gudis that hung above him now, admiring him in a devilish way. A discharge of oily, dark jaded green substance bloated in the basin of flesh that still had not healed. The tissue tenderized to the sour material, making it easier for the Gudis to wedge its tentacle in the crevasse that held Godzilla's heart. A delicate loop and tug liberated the heart from its connections, displaying themselves in folds of streaming blood. Timeless care went into the Gudis's limb as it heaved the redden vessel of life towards its eyes, with a sourful look, the Gudis collapsed the spongy member in its arm, a fountain's worth of blood dribbling on its rightful owner. It was the only thing left for the Gudis to do, to make sure that it was impossible for the creature to rise again.
Upset remains of glass reflected the horrific event again; Miki's eyes had never foreseen that Junior would lose and his corpse be mutilated by such a ravenous monster. It was like seeing a child being killed in front of your eyes, and you knew that you could have helped, but decided its best that you don't get involved, this was Miki's pain. She had devoted so much time to Junior, to make sure that he grew strong and soon befriend so, that he would not be seen as a threat anymore. That day came for him to prove it, but his end was seen before his beginning.
"I'll do whatever I can to rid the world of this monster." It was then that Miki knew what she had to do, confront the Gudis with her mind.