As day to night. (Closed to Arc Light)

What day wouldn't be complete without a thirty foot tall creature rampaging through the streets of your home-town? Well luckily for Naadir this wasn't his hometown. His hometown was in the middle east, probably under the fear of some terrorist organization that's got a dick-measuring contest going with Israel or the U.S.A. Everything aside, there was a thirty foot bugger making his way down town, stomping past and trashing all off the stop-lights. Let's not forget the sharp as hell telson's that went through cars like butter and a hot knife. Needless enough to say when you got something this tall, this bulky and this kill crazy you got some screamers who felt oh so compelled o yell absolutely everything that was totally and entirely USELESS at the moment. Oh we're all gonna die! Oh no! I can get hurt because of my health insurance. and the like. The buggy bastard was all over the news. It was the televised event that got Naadir's attention. He passed a television shop, his head turning and following until he was just about to step out of range and he backed up.

So big-black and buggy here had already had four dead and thirty seven wounded with over twenty thousand dollars in collateral to infrastructure alone. Naadir sighed and reached into his pocket, feeling for the Sigil Stone before he decided to look at the location and figure he'd make his way there and see if he couldn't sort things out. The poor little "human" Naadir found himself following the noise of sirens and before long he found the monster under fire from the cops, the bullets not doing a dang thing to the beast. Desiring a better vantage point, Naadir took to a nearby building and sliming it as best as he could until he could reach the fire-escape. He'd grab it, pull it down with his weight and gravity, and then he'd walk up it. Sadly that was a huge waste of time and by time he got to the vantage point he had the creature was moving on oh so slowly. This was not going to be a pretty picture if someone didn't so something soon. Naadir looked around and sighed, the Sigil stone glowing and triggering his semi-transformation. Shadows and black lightning that bled out red sparked and formed over him as a cloak, runic markings covering his face and then suddenly inducing an impenetrable darkness from his nose up as his eye glowed with the color of the pale green flame. He looked out at the creature, wondering if now was the time to strike at it, or if he should wait things out. Heroism compelled him to intervene, but his destructive titanic nature desired him assist the creature, and as of now he was deadlocked between the two, totally conflicted.

Nightly rounds were a basic thing for a hero. Y'know, get your gear on and head out to stop crime. Tonight was another one of Jeremy's rounds. He had all of his gear in his backpack, and was already at the door when he began to hear screams and gunshots outside. "What the hell is going on..." he asked himself as he sat on the couch with his knees and looked out of his window through the blinds.

The sight was terrible. There were two dead bodies already in his sights, and there were gonna be many more casualties if he didn't act fast. He couldn't see where the disturbance was coming from, so he looked around frantically and saw something terrible. "What the fuck is that?" he asked himself. He unzipped his backpack, put on his suit, put his knives in their sheathes, and flew out the door with his static thrusters.

The creature gave no care, discerned no difference between hostile and passive. The creature cleaved as it's large chitinous legs moved, plated with a carapace like none had seen before. Naadir's Awakened powers surged as pure nether energy entered the world around him, twisting and dancing like a deep purple and black miasmic mist. With a wave of his staff the mist cleared and he stood within his titanic attire. The Nether-staff in hand Naadir's eyes fixated upon the beast and with a swipe of the staff a bolt of Nether energy fired out, crashing into the back of the creature, which was propelled forward, slightly off kilter before turning to look at it's assailant.

  "Well that is...troubling." Naadir said as he noted the creature's lack of death and found it disturbing. Normally when he hit someone with a blast like that...they just kinda...died. Turned to ashes, reverted to dust, slithered away as slimy ooze. The creature let out a deafening screech as it began walking toward the Titan. Something Naadir didn't exactly look forward to, he began to run, the mist following in his wake as he took off, unknowingly headed directly towards some friendly assistance.
 

The Creature's grid:

Jeremy flew up the side of the building, and saw the bug-like thing, and momentarily decided not to attack it head-on. Then he spotted someone running away from the creature. He flew over to him to check and see if he was injured. "Sir! Are you ok?" he asked, landing next to him.

"Yeah, wonderful, moving back go I don't hurt anyone. Might want to look out." Naadir said as he opened up a hand. Pure energy of death and nether flowing into his hands. He concentrated his nether energies and formed a small sphere. He closed his hands on the sphere and the nether surrounded his hand, creating a three bladed claw on his hand while his staff was carried on the other. "I'm pretty sure that thing's the toughest thing I've seen in a LOOOONG time boyo. If you're out to play hero, play it safe." Sigil (Naadir) said as he took off again, running back towards the bug this time, black mist covering him like an unholy idol.

Jeremy ran back toward the creature, and charged his right hand with electricity, the left with laser charges. He unsheathed his knives and charged them both with power. He jumped from one roof to the next, hovering in the air toward it. "How the hell do we defeat this thing?" he asked.