The sun falls upon New York

People turned in awe as the figure whipped through the sky with an audible boom, the sound barrier breaking and shattering windows that were a little too close. They were in awe, and yet didn’t know why this god among them made their movements known. Even Atlas did not fully understand what he was doing or why he was doing it. Consciousness had given away to something else, to the point that he couldn’t even recall what he was doing before he just charged off to elsewhere. He had to be somewhere, but still the importance was lost upon him. There was the voice, perhaps through his comm-link that urged him onward and so he did that. Eventually he did stop, over what looked to be a luxuriant complex with the amenities one would expect from the rich.

Find your target, you’ll know what he looks like. Walls gave way to what was beyond them, floors and people moving about with their heat signatures. Only one of them mattered and that was the one that was significantly warmer than the average human. It only took a few seconds to happen upon said person, eyes narrowing as Damian took in a deep breath. In less than the span of a second he was in motion, tearing through the materials that formed the ceiling.

Concrete shattered and steel bent under the pressure, snapping without notice at all. Windows exploded outwards as the buildings floors would begin to collapse from the sheer impact, regardless if he hit the person he was aiming for. He did however try to hit them, mostly by slamming both fists with an insane amount of force.

Chaos ensued from there with people on the street level trying to run from the chaos.

A loud yawn filled the apartment of one Michael Krieger as he stretched sitting in his bed. The blankets fell, revealing his muscular and scarred upperbody as he stepped out of the bed and onto to the cold hardwood floors. He cracked his neck, letting out a long sigh. He hated mornings, always had. That certainly didn't change when each morning brought with it responsibility of running a multi-billion dollar company. At least part of one anyway.

With another stretch, he stood up, throwing on a pair of sweats as he made his way to the bathroom. He found the usual signs that Uzma had been there and chuckled to himself. Picking up the discarded hair brush from the sink and placing it back in a drawer, he went through washing his face, brushing his teeth, a very bland ordinary day.

As he spit into the sink, his pointed ears perked up. It sounded like.. a sonic boom? But there were no airfields near him, and who would be testing jets this close to a residential zone? It wasn't until the large stones came crashing through his ceiling and onto him that he put together that something was amiss.

It happened faster than he could react to dodge, the total destruction of the seventh and above floors of his apartment complex. Thankfully the rest being abandoned and waiting for perspective renters to move in. The place had been recently built by his sisters company, and not yet open to the public.

With a groan, he climbed to the top of the rubble, his body made of pure, blue fire that was slowly darkening and lightening to reform into the solid form of Entei, Kurakara blade in hand, fangs, horns, and fiery tail at the ready.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled, letting out a roar that shook what was left of the support and rebar that had held this monolith of a building standing. "COME AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Atlas felt as if he had collided with something, and yet he continued downward with nothing solid and of flesh being crushed under his fists. Debris jostled from his body much like motes of dust as he stood to his feet, sections of the ceiling falling down around him. It was a miss, but also a demonstration of the power he wielded, not exactly a bad thing for a first move. Turning to the sound of someone shouting, he began to ascend through the ruined sections of the building upwards. Like a beacon, they radiated heat and he could see it from where he was. Without words, he knew what he was supposed to do and no one was going to stop him from doing that.

Eventually his ascension did get him to looking face to face with the roaring demon, mismatched eyes narrowing. Just looking into his eyes, one could see they were blank, painfully so. This demon was his enemy, and he was supposed take him down. The next move happened within the span of a second,  him shooting himself forward at supersonic speeds with an arm shooting forward with a hand meant to wrap around the throat, that meant to be followed by him being punched into the air.

Entei's eyes opened wide at the pure speed of the man, shock over taking his demonic features. He floated in front of him, eyes cold and filled with hate and malice. His own eyes softened for a moment as he viewed the man, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"Wait.. Atlas?" He said aloud, his sword hand loosening. "But.. you're Uzma's friend. Why.. what if she was here?"

Before he could get a response he felt himself being grabbed by the neck, before a powerful fist collided with the bottom of his chin. Things went dark for a moment, before snapping back into clarity. He could taste the iron of blood filling his mouth, feel the warthm as it trickled down his chin. Wind swept past him, causing his hair to blow wildly as velocity carried him upwards higher and higher.

Shaking his head, flames sprouted from his back and formed into large demonic wings that flapped powerfully, halting his ascent. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at the red smear that appeared.

"That hasn't happened in a long time.." He muttered to himself, spitting what remained in his mouth.