Hiro took harsh breaths as he ran along the wide lobby, he slides to the side coming to a halt, three Kaiju's before him, against the wall, crawling.
They roared dangerously, dashing in speed at him.
"Tsk!" Hiro made a sound annoyed.
"Get out of my way!" He yelled, the more delay the more General Anzai could be in danger.
He brought out his shrunk stick, it then transforms into his sword, approximately five to six feet long, the body smooth, silver in color, the edge of the blade slightly slanted, the handle dark red in color, the edges of the handle extended, in a curve style, the center of the sword had a small round wheel embodied in it, spinning with an automatic start-up sound, powered by his blood.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" he gave a loud battle cry zapping right past them, as their heads were severed.
