I think I should explain something. I said previously that I am a Class 4 hitman. There is a rating system for us, with Class 1 being the lowest and Class 6 being the highest. It all depended on how succesful you are as a hitman- I for one am very successful, so I have a high class.

I had begun my search for Titanosaurus about half an hour ago, and had reached a city. Those bipedal creatures called humans scattered at my feet, as I walked past their buildings. I was not very fond of this species.

I didn't quite care if I stepped on them or crushed a building. I only wanted this mission to be over and done with as quickly as possible, so maybe then I could become a Class 5. Then anyone with a problem would be trying to contact me and I would be the most successful hitman alive.

'Don't get too carried away Battra. You know you will never be able to get as good as that legend,' I thought to myself (I will explain more about this legend a little later, but not now).

I saw the military come towards me in the distance, armed with their simple jets and tanks. They were supposed to defend their race from us kaiju's, but they did a terrible job. The only kaiju I knew who had been beat by the military was called Zilla, and he only just escaped with his life. He never went near another city again. All the others, though, have utterly destroyed the military at least once in their lifetime.

The few people outside the vehicles were shouting to each other, until they finally reached me. I looked down at them as they gazed up at me. They showed signs of fear.

'Maybe they will back off for once?' I thought to myself, glaring at the humans. There were seven tanks, and five jets. What gave them the idea that they could beat me?

I didn't even give them a chance to attack. I shot lasers out of my eyes, aiming for the tanks. They blew up in a huge explosion, taking any humans nearby with them. When the dust cleared away, nothing remained except a charred crater.

The jets turned and began to fly away, but I wanted to show the humans that I was ruthless, and not to be messed with. I flapped my wings, and lifted my multi-ton body into the air. I flew into the jets, and they blew up as they slammed against my huge torso. I barely felt them, and I grinned as I thought about what the military now learnt from my attack. They won't be bothering me anytime soon.

Hello everyone! I am starting to feel more confident with this story. May I just point out that Battra will not be like most of my other protagonists who attack when they are attacked or try not to step on humans. He will be a bit more aggressive towards our race (I wanted to try and design a protagonist different from the others I have made so far.)