An Run in with a Giant (Trog)

Ariana was all smiles. Someone high up in Dominus decided that Ariana needed to spend time around humans other then Dominus agents. So she was flown to New York for a few days. Only two conditions where that she had to make her skin and "hair" look human so that she wouldn't draw attention and she must stay with her caretaker at all times, A dominus scientist who had been given the code name Dennis. Although he didn't seem happy about it. Ever since they got off the plane Ariana had been darting around all over the place, and doing things that weren't exactly appropriated. Like randomly going up to people and touching them so 'she could know what they felt like.' It had gotten to the point where Dennis had told her to hold his hand and don't do anything with out asking.

Ariana didn't mind though. She had made herself look human in a way that felt natural. Her hair had turned a lush red color and reached down to the middle of her back. Her skin looked lightly tanned like someone who just spent a day at the beach. Her eyes were a deep blue. She pulled Dennis around the city for hours now, not really needing to eat food. Eventually she wandered to a Movie theater. The list of movies that where playing astounded her. She had watched some Movies at Dominus and the always intrigued her. But here they had movies she never even seen before. She looked at Dennis pleadingly and after a few moments rolled his eyes and the pair walked into the theater.

While Dennis when to buy the tickets he past some money to Ariana to go buy some snacks. Ariana didn't exactly understand how money worked but how hard could it be? 20 dollars could get one of everything, right? She happily skipped towards the snack bar, not really looking where she was going. She ran into a Monster of a man, she tumbled onto the floor but bounced right back up.

"Sorry!" she said happily. "Wanna help me pick out a snack?"

When you were an almost eight foot tall, half-a-ton heavy, hairy ape-man from the stoneage living in todays modern, work-a-day world you realized very quickly that you would stick out like a sore thumb. Gwharr had taken quite a bit longer to realize this since he was thicker than two short planks. However after a fair enough of time and quite a few brawls he had grasped this fact. That was when he pretty much gave up trying to fit in, but had instead done his best to understand the 'rules' of this new society. What he had found was not pretty. In fact, it was so far from pretty he could possibly imagined and even though he was rather displeased with how the world had turned out since his heyday, he could not deny that there ws some positve aspects about this gloomy age.

First and foremost there was the readily avalible food. No longer did you need to hunt mammoth and sabertoothed tigres overt he tundra to quench that agony in your gut! No, nowadays you could simply dial your local 'food-place' and they'd bring food over in exchange for money. Not only did this foot fill him up, most of it was tastier than the stuff he had eaten back in the day. Very convenient for a busy former caveman such as himself.

Then there was the clothes. Even though he rarely found any shirts that fit him properly, he still had more to choose from than back in the good old days, where "Unwashed pelts" had been the outfit of choice, with "Mammoth brown" had been the colour of the season every season. The really snappy dresser could probably spice their wardrobe up with a few necklaces made of bone, and maybe even a hide bracelet.

However, the greatest thing about this new age was television. Watching exciting adventures in a tiny pretendo-box. Like a puppet-theatre only a hundred times better! You could even decide what sort of adventures they would be showing next! However, the TVs he had watched paled in comparison to the movie-theatre. Not only was the screen bigger, but the sound was much more awesome. It was truly the greatest achievement this lousy civilization had made.

Unfortunately a man of Gwharrs generous proportions had to reserve four or five seats to sit down in, depending on the. His long arms were far too large for the arm-rests too. So whilst he sat extremely uncomfortably, he at least had enough space to do it in. However, on the positive side were the movie-snacks. He had really fallen for this 'popped corn' they sold, and even though he would have preffered to bring along some fried dog, he had been told that there was no outside food allowed last time he had visited the cinema. He was just about to order some of these delights when a tiny form bumped straight into him. He rose a hairy unibrow as he observed the woman. She was a red-haired gal with mighty big blue eyes. Tinier than most, but still seemingly unafraid of him. He grunted as she spoke up to him, seemingly uncertain what to respond when she queried him about picking out snacks.

"Popped corn's tasty for eatin'!" He grunted, his rumbling, inhumanly deep voice booming through the lobby. Apparantly the caveman had very little volume controll.

"Popped corn?" said Ariana curiously. It sounded familiar. She had heard of something along the line of that before at Dominus. She wondered if it was a different way of saying it. She began to ran off towards the snack bar again, giggle all the way. She was almost at the line before she heard Dennis shout.

"Ariana we have someone on the list, kill or detain." said Dennis, pointing at the large man she had bumped into eariler. There was a pause then Dennis yelled at her again, louder this time. "Now!"

Ariana walked up to the Giant man and stared at him sadly. "I-I'm sorry" said Ariana her skin and hair reverting back to how they looked naturally. She held out her hand out and smiled at him. "But if you come with me we don't have to fight, I don't like fighting. I don't know what happens after we get back at base but I can find you and we can watch movies and eat popped corn together."" Her smile, despite it looking metallic showed innocence and at least for her she was telling the truth.

Gwharr had keen ears, and it did not take long to hear the bellowing of the stranger in the other end of the lobby, telling someone called 'Ariana' that a certain 'someone' was on their 'Kill or Detain-list'. He quickly decided to assumed that this certain someone was him and prepare to be attacked yet again. For some reason it was ALWAYS him when people started shouting about these things. It did not take him much time to locate the man who was the source of the shouting. He was dressed in a black suit and wearing shades. A text-book example of a secret agent. Gwharr snorted in contempt in the general direction of the man. snarling lowly as he loomed up above the people around him, beating his chest violently like an oversized gorilla to show his displeasure with the whole situation. Hopefully such a show of strength would be enough to scare the man and his eventual minions off.

"To leave me alone!" He roared at the man, raising his massive fists over his head, before violently smashing them into the ground with enough force to cause some of the closer bystanders to loose their footing and stumble as well as cracking the floor slightly

It did not seem to work all that well, though, since the man did nothing, apart from grabbing his cell, and starting to press buttons. However, the display was more than enough to cause the bystanders to move away from the giant caveman. Some ran to the exits whilst others remained to see what would happen next. Gwharr quickly decided that the best action in this situation would be flight rather than fight. There were too many people around him and nobocy had attacked him yet. Hopefully they would not. If they did, he would have no choice but to fight to re-assert his dominance and retain his position as alpha-male.

He quickly got down on all fours and knuckle-walked towards towards the exit when the woman who had asked him for snack-advise barely even a minute ago stood in front of him. Maybe she had moved up to him, or maybe she had never left, but nevertheless she was in his way. She spoke up, claiming to be sorry, and whilst she did this, her skin and hair turned into metal. Gwharr grunted and took a step backward, partly out of surprise and partly out of fear. He was expecting an attack from the metallic monstrosity, but instead she spoke up at him. She was not trying to intimidate him or demand his compliance, but instead she was coddling him. Talking to him as if she wanted to make him feel better. He squinted at her and moved closer. Surprised at this turn of events.

"To not want to follow you, Not fight. Do not have quarrel with you. Go away." the caveman said, his deep boice filled with anger and annoyance, but despite this he did not move to strike, but instead gently pushed the woman aside as he walked demonstratively slowly towards the exit, leaving his back open for them to strike if they dared. He wanted to show them that he was not afraid.

The hulking man just pushed her aside and continued walking. Ariana just stood there not sure what to do it wasn't till Dennis yelled angrily at her did she snap out of it.

"What are you doing you stupid metallic blob! Attack!" yelled Dennis. He had his phone out and dialed a number. "This man has a warning on his file I am going to see if HQ can spare anyone." Ariana walked back up to the man. She reached up to put her hand on his shoulder but only was able to reach to a bit over his below.

"P-Please... I don't want to fight you. Please come with me..." said Ariana, metal tears rolling down her face. She stood there waiting for an answer, but Dennis interrupted.

"You are by yourself, if your lucky someone might show up in 5 hours. Everyone is on assignment. But what are you doing attack!" he yelled. After Dennis yelled Ariana's hand formed into a giant spiked ball and Ariana swung at the monstrous man.

Gwharr heard the argument going on behind him, as he walked, but he could not afford to run. He could not show fear like that. If he did, then people would think they could walk all over him. However, even though he made a conscious effort to ignore the two 'agents' it was rather clear that the man in sunglasses was in charged, by the way he ordered the metallic woman around, insulting her, berating her all the time, whilst she seemed to be subservient and somewhat cowardly. No, there was no question about who was the dominant one in their little duo.

She once again piped up in his general direction as she asked, almost begged him to come with her without fuss, claiming that she did not want to fight him. Despite having his back turned on her, a few soft sobs and sniffles told him that she was probably crying. He knew that she was an enemy and that there was a fairly large chance that they would end up fighting one another. If not today, then maybe another day. Or another year. In the grand scheme of things they were on opposing sides. Yet he could not help feeling a certain amount of sympathy for her. She had obviously not desire to fight him of her own. She had given him every chance to surrender, and even though he had rejected them, he had to admit she tried to solve this peacefully. However, our hero moved forwards, ignoring the pleas of the woman. He had had enough of prisons, organizations and people like this. Always interfering, always trying to boss him around. He was in charge of his own pack. He would not bow! Not to them, not to anyone!

However, his train of thought was interupted by a big spiked ball to the back of his head. He felt it but it did not hurt that bad. He did not think it drew blood. However, it was more than enough to knock him offh is feet. causing him to fall flat on his stomach. However, Gwharr reacted quickly and pushed himself up with his oversized arms, spinning around to face his attacker. Metal-tears streaked her face as he stood there, but Gwharr quickly decided to swallow all compassion he might have for her. She had struck him. That was a challenge.

He roared ferociously and loudly, at her akin to a wild beast, several droplets of spit flying from his mouth. His pearly-white yet sharp-looking teeth bared as he leapt towards her, delivering a vicious overhand blow at her with more than enough power to smash a brickwall to red powder.
The bystanders that remained in the lobby quickly started to disperse, running out the doors. Superpowered battles were not as rare as they once had been, and this one seemed to be the sort that broke down walls.

The spike ball to the back of the head didn't draw blood but it angered him. After a mighty yell he charged and swung at her. She shrunk into a puddle to dodge. The punch flew over her but she could feel the power behind it. If she got hit she would take awhile to reform. She slithered around behind him and reformed, her hands turning into blades. She stabbed at his back but the blades just bounced off of his back.

"S-Sorry." she said at each attack. Her eyes widen when she realized they were bouncing off and she returned to a puddle form. She quickly slithered over to Dennis. She reformed behind him cowering. "I-I can't do it, I don't want to fight him and I can hurt him anyway." Metal Tears poured down her face. She regretted going to the theater. She wished she could of just ignored the bright flashing lights that were outside advertising different movies. She wanted to go back to happily running around the city.

Gwharr's eyes widened slightly as the girl melted into a puddle of metallic sludge, causing his punch to narrowly miss his target and instead cause a rather impressive section of the counter to explode into smithereens and dust. He snarled viciously at her as she flowed across the floor like a vicious river of silver. He knew it was a bit of a stretch, but he would give her yet another warning before he truly went onto the offensive. Besides, there were too many people still in here for him to go truly go apeshit on these two douchebags. In an effort to be as intimidating as possible he once again started beating his chest
like a mighty primate issuing a challenge, before opening his massive mouth letting out a monstrously loud bellow. A sound that was far louder and more bestial than anything that would escape a human throat.. This seemed to be enough to frighten the few remaining spectators enough to make them leave the lobby post-haste. Good, that way he could really let loose if it came to that.

He snarled viciously as he looked left and right for other combatants. Of course, there was the loudmouth in the shades, but he did not seem to do much apart from shouting at the silver-lady. He had not moved an inch from when the pair entered the building. Gwharr figured that if he had any powers or weapons powerfull enough to aid his silvery blob-minion, he would have done so by now. That was when he realized that he had lost track of the silver-woman. He looked aroun, and did not see a trace of her, and so he surmized that she had probably done the sensible thing, IE Realized that fighting a man such as himself was foolish and crawled into a crack or something.

However, due to a twisted twist of irnoy that was exactly when the metallic girl made her attack from behind, hacking and slashing on his back with her new-fangled sword-arms. However, this did little against Gwharr, Except for ventilating his ridiculously large flanell shirt a little bit. He growled loudly as he spun around, trying to hit her with flurry of devastating punches. However she had puddle-ified and slithered away when these punches connected, so our hero did little more than smash a few melon-sized hole in the floor.

"Raargh! Where is you!?" he howled as he spun around, desperately looking for her, quickly seeing her reform, next to the agent that had accompanied her earlier. She was still crying, moaning about how she could not hurt him. And even though her sorrow had caused our Belligerently Brutish, Bestially Barbaric Bruiser to pity her, it now only served to fan the flames of rage. She had tried to kill him with his blade, and now had the nerve to cry about it not working. Oh, she would pay for that! They would all pay for assaulting the once-king of the mighty bear-tribe!

He leaped at the pair, deciding to take the human out first. He probably was no threat, but he was the one that had ordered the silver-woman to start this fight, encouraging her to further atrocities against him. The man did not try to run, mostly because there was nowhere to run too. He was trapped in a corner, instead he fumbled for a gun, obviously frightened, although his face did not show it, although the fact that his forehead was wet with sweat sort of gave his worries about the situation away.

Gwharrs massive hand quickly shot out and closed around his torso. He could feel at least one rib break beneath the preasure, and the man barely winced. He had to admit that he was a tough one. Back in the day he would have honored such a fearless warrior after killing him, but this man would not understand, nor would he apreciated it. He would at least grant him a swift death. he deserved so much. Bithign his head of his body was easy for Gwharr. His nigh-indistructable teeth went through it like the teeth of a child might go through a pancake-roll. He was not bothered by the stream of blood that poured through his beard and onto his ruined shirt. He could wash it out later.

He threw the body behind him, and spat out the head. It had the same stoic expression it had before he had bitten it off, even though it was now covered in caveman-spit, and its suglasses were askew. He then turned to the silver-woman, once more raising his fists up to strike at her. . .

The monstrous man had took out her caretaker with in seconds. Ariana's eyes widen, she turned into a puddle and quickly got some space between her and the giant. She reformed herself, it was only him and her in the theater now, everyone had fled from the fight. She didn't blame them she wanted to run, she was alone in a fight she didn't want. She looked at the headless corpse of her caretaker. Looking at the headless body made her feel sick. But then an Idea struck her. He had a phone on him... a phone that has an emergency call. If she could get the phone and had enough time she could send a call for help. She rushed for the body in puddle form and reformed over the body, searching the body frantically, hoping she would have enough time

Before the Threatening, Thick, Thuggish Thrasher had time to bring his fists down on her she once again dissapeared. Gwharr grunted in displeasure and swiftly turned around, not taking his eye of the stream of Silver that flowed along the ground for even a second. He truly hated when she did that. However, it was not the first time he had faced off against somebody with similar powers and patterns, and from what he had seen so far, her abilities paled when compared to the Zombie-mans. The zombie-man had managed to draw his blood, again and again. The zombie-man was relentless, attacking ceaselessly, and to stop him from simply reforming and attacking, Gwharr had been forced to actually eat him. Yes, the nano-zombie had been terrible, but yet our hero had beaten him. Beaten him bad!

He onced again started moving towards her, this time slowly, his hands balled up into melon-sized fists, obviously ready to strike her quick enough before she reformed, He moved forward, a fair bit slower on two legs than he was on when he knuckled-walked on all four, but now he would be able to react quicker. Besides, he knew her tricks now She would have a hard time making a fool of him yet again! She had showned him her hand, and whilst it held quite a few cards whe only seemed to use one of them, and that was to get away. Of course, Gwharr could not blame her. She had already tried hitting him with her morped weapons to no effect, so she probably tried her best to keep away from him. Reasonable. Still, he would not play keep-away forever.

"Arrh!! To TEAR YOU APART!" He howled after the metallic puddle, his inhumanly deep, booming voice filled with unrestrained fury.

As he moved towards her, she once again puddle-ified, this time slithering to the side of the body of the man who had until recently been alive and also her apparant "partner". The brutal caveman could not help but to be curious when she started to rummage through his pockets, obviously looking for something. Maybe he had some sort of weapon on him that she thought was powerfull enough to stop him. Maybe he had owed her money, or maybe she was just a low-down rotten thief that truly did not appreciate the situation she had gotten herself into. No matter, she would soon be pancake-shaped thief.

Gwharr pounced forward, and in a single motion, he brought his fist down over her, with enough force to turn the floor into a medium-sized crater. Even if she puddle-ified, his attack wouldn't pass over her, and even if her puddle-form was invulnerable it would most likely mess up her slithering-abilities if the floor beneath her dissappeared.

Ariana was so focused on searching through Dennis pockets she didn't noticed when the man jumped up in the air. She pulled the phone out and pressed the emergency button.

"Hel-" That was all Ariana was able to yell before being splattered all over the place by the man's giant's fists. She was spread over quite a large area. For a while she was just a puddle in a middle of a crater, but after a bit the bits of her splattered all over the place began to move back to the main puddle. Slowly her body reformed herself and after every bit was back where it was she reformed to her humanoid shape. She groaned in pain as her eyes flickered opened. Her head looked around trying to piece together what happened. Her head felt cloudy she couldn't seem to remember what she was doing here. She blinked and the world came into focus. She saw the smashed phone in her hand and she remember. Fear ran through her body and she forced herself up. It felt really sore and hurt to move. She slowly moved towards the exit. She didn't know where the monster of a man was but she had to escape. metal wings protruded from back and she roared in pain and fell to her knees. Forming the wings felt painful. This scared her, it had never hurt her before to form things. She painfully forced herself up. She painfully got up and left the building. She had to escape. She made it out side before falling down again, her body refusing to move. Her wanted to go back into a puddle form, it hurt the least there but she needed to stay together if she wanted even a chance to escape.

Gwharr howled triumphantly as his massive fists connected with the silvery woman. Apparantly she was right to be terribly afraid of him, since she splattererd into a million pieces, just like the body who's belongings she had been rummaging through had shattered like a ripe melon. as Gwharrs fists bore down on it. The red blood of the dead minder as well as the silvery liquid that had until recently constituted the body of the woman whom had been in possession of the foolhardy, misplaced courage to start a fight with him. Luckily, only a few splattering of blood and none of the silver stained his shirt. It was bloody enough for him not to care all that much anyway, what with him biting off a man's head earlier.

He cackled to himself as he started to knuckle-walk towards the door, feeling quite proud of himself. Sure, a small part of himself were still a bit sad about having killed the silver-woman, now that he had calmed down somewhat, but he quickly pushed it out of his consciousness. After all, if she had simply walked away instead of trying to take a cheap-shot when his back was turned, she would be alive now. Not to mention the fact that she fought dirty and cowardly, crying and weeping one minute and violently trying to ventilate your back with knives the next. No, she had fully earned the treatment he had subjected her to.

He hoped that it would be some time before the blue-men with the bang-sticks arrived. Usually they did arrive pretty quickly when he started to smash things and generally commit acts of violence upon his fellow man, but this had been over pretty quick, so maybe he would have enough time to slink away somewhat discreetly before they brought in the heavy artilery. He had no intention of fighting them again. Sure, he head beaten them senseless last time, but they never stopped, and he had no intention of being hunted like that again if he could avoid it.

However, his thoughts of the police and escape were cut short when he saw the bits of silvery liquid flowing, seemingly reconstituting the woman again. Gwharr was so surprised that he only stood and gaped as she reformed and started to shuffle towards the exit. Apparantly she may be back on her feet, but she still seemed to be in quite a bit of pain after close-contact with his fists.

"To. . .To have smashed you!"He said, most of the anger and fury gone from his voice now, replaced by a sort of shocked awe. But the anger had not been missing for long when it returned, seemingly reinvigorated by her failure to comply with the the death his fists had seemingly brought her.!

"To smash it AGAIN!!" He roared as he thrust his fists upwards, boring into the cieling, wherefrom he ripped a massive chunk of concrete wich he threw towards her. He then ran towards her, trying to pummel her with a series of powerfull blows, each of wich would be powerfull enough to send a car flying.

Ariana struggled to stand as she heard the man. He must of noticed her trying to run. Her metal wings sunk back into her body. She began to move slowly, trying to escape him.

"P-Please I don't want to fight you." said Ariana, metal tears streaming down her face again. She continued to painfully walk away but then a powerful punch sent her flying. She crashed into a parked car. She was able to mostly retain her form, but part of her did splatter. She didn't have time to fully reform by the time she got hit again. She flew farther this time and splatter more. She was then hit again. This time she slammed into a brick wall where she lost her form and splattered all over it. But like before her body started to reform. As she began to return to her humanoid looking shape. But you could see discolorations all over her body. Keeping her form hurt. Tears streamed now her face, harder then before. "P-Please... please stop, it hurts..." said Ariana, voice riddled with pain. She couldn't move, even keeping her form hurt her. Her head spun and her vision kept blurring in and out.

Gwharr grunted in triumphant joy every time one of his punches connected. A pure expression of simple battle-lust. He cackled to himself as he approached the seemingly half-dead silver-lady, ready to punch her a bit more. She may be consisting of some sort of metallic liquid, but the punches seemed to hurt her anyway. After all, the more she got pummeled the slower she got, she limped and hobbled just like an ordinary, "solid" enemy would after enough punches, and e ven though she seemed to be recovering quickly, she was by no means immune to pain. Gwharr could not help but to pity her just a little bit as he laid eyes on her.

She was a miserable sight indeed, Struggling as she was to retain her humanoid shape. After all, it had seen so easy when they had first met, when she shifted efforltessly from solid to liquid, turned her hands into blades and maces with nothing but a thought. It was different now. For every punch it seemed to take slightly longer for her to take solid form. She looked a bit melty and 'dented', plus her colours started to come out wrong. She may have a few tricks that his old shape-changing zombie-man enemy did not possess, but she was not nearly as durable as he had been. She was probably a lethal opponent to most ordinary folk, but she should have thought twice before picking a fight with Gwharr. She was a threat, and the telephone her friend had been fiddling with suggested that she was not alone. He had no choice but to end her so that she would not harm anyone else. While he may be immune to her abilities others might not be, Such as his friends Bliss, Red and Captain Wombat.

Besides, her death would send a powerfull message to the organization. "Do not mess with Gwharr."

The caveman grabbed an empty van and effortlessly lifted it over his head, as if it weighed nothing. The people out on the street had already started to run, meaning they would not get in his way. This was good news indeed. He had no patience with 'innocent' bystanders today. He quickly ran up to the woman, attempting to repeatedly smash her over the head with the van. He would end her, and he would do it now. Hopefully it would be quick and painless, but truly he had no idea how to properly kill something that seemed to be made out of water

Once again Agent Reaper had found herself cleaning up another Dominus mess. One of the scientists had gone out with some sort of experiment and from that a situation had grown, mostly involving what sounded like a very dangerous meta human. Information on his was sparse but from what she knew, this guy was a deadly one. Would have to play it safe when she went in to fetch the missing goods. With a quick transport she found herself in the mostly intact section of New York, hovering over the theater that was reduced to a rubble. ”reaper we want both the girl and the scientist evacuated, that is all.” The special agent chimed in, albino nodding as she looked out into the street below.

There was a brute of a man as well as what looked like a mass of metallic liquid attempting to take on a human form, there was no scientist with them though. As much as Reaper wanted to jump into the fight, she knew that finding the brainy dude took precedence or something like that, humans always taking importance with the Dominus stiffs. Shayla rolled her shoulders, issuing loud pops as she checked the multiple energy based weapons hanging along a metallic belt. ”I'll deal with this in a flash.” She said with absolute certainty, as the transport leveled over the theater, around a couple hundred feet in the air, nothing for her to fall from.

Jumping from the edge of the craft she felt herself plummeting through the open air, wind whipping past her snowy locks as they flew about her face, and nearly obscured her vision. With a resounding crash she fell through the roof, rubble falling about her until she hit the floor. Wiping away large chunks of the ceiling from her skin and armor, Reaper scanned the room for anything that would appear to be who she was looking for, but in the end all she saw was a body lacking its head, as well as the pool of blow slowly widening around the neck. It appeared to have been bitten off, and with the manner of dress, was the guy she was looking for.

With a grimace of disgust she picked up the headless body, noticing the head with a steely expression etched into it only a few feet away from the body. ”Wonder if they'll get pissed if I bring back just a corpse. After all they did say bring him back and....orders are orders.” She said to herself with a somewhat sadistic but pleased cackle as she walked through the front entrance with body in tow. Now she would make herself known to all of them, especially the poor metallic girl who was for the most part being destroyed by the strange humanoid being.

”Hey metal girl! Get your ass together, we're leaving this dump!” Her eyes then turned towards the brute with a morbid interest. He looked big enough to bite a mans head off.