A roaring crowd, the allure of the spotlight, and the promise of fame and fortune, all of these things and so many more are why most of the competitors in the Super Fight tournament are there. Sure they seek challenge, perhaps a boost to their renown and fighting styles/dojos, but overall they're here to essentially become celebrities who will be adored and praised by many. So you can imagine most people's confusion, when someone should find themselves standing in the middle of the arena amidst the excitement and grandiose nature of the event, they somehow look as bored and disinterested by the whole thing as if it were completely mundane. That confusion was being felt by one of the tournament's competitor's, Zakkos of the take the plunge true fist school.

For as he stood opposite of his current opponent he couldn't help but stare at him, as he just seemed so distant and out of focus from everything that was going on.

"Honestly, they'll let anyone into this thing so long as they have a ticket..." He thought with a sigh, as he crossed his arms "Hey, I'll make you a deal." He spoke, gaining the other's attention, "If you let me make a decent show out of this, I promise I won't hurt you too badly, sound good?" He offered.

"Why would I want that?" His opponent asked.

"Because you don't seem like you know what you're doing, if anything you seem completely out of it, I'd hate to hurt someone who doesn't really belong here." He explained.

"Why don't I belong? I bought a ticket like everyone else." His opponent questioned, beginning to irritate him.

"Look, I'm trying to be nice here, you don't seem all that strong and if I actually go at you not holding back then I'll lay you out flat, just take the easy loss and walk away." He told him.

"But you're not that strong either." His opponent argued, causing his eyes to widen "I saw the fight card, all of the really strong people were given matches that seemed fair, where as the weak people were given matches that either gave them a chance or made it so they'd lose early, so considering where you and I are placed in the bracket, that means the people who made it also think you're weak, or just not that powerful." He reasoned.

"...Alright, I'm gonna kill you." Zakkos stated, as being insulted like that was unforgivable.

"FIGHT!" The Tournament's main announcer shouted out through his mic, signalling the match to start.

"Aaaaaaaand there it is." Kaemon said, as they and the others watched Zakkos be swatted like a fly.

Watching Saitama take a part in this tournament was about as exciting as watching paint dry, not to say they didn't like seeing him be powerful and amazing, but in this situation it was...underwhelming. Mostly because no one knew who he was, if this were a giant monster or a self proclaimed villain then it'd be incredibly satisfying to see. Yet as the paramedics rushed out to make sure Zakkos wasn't dead, for after being sent to the arena floor he wasn't moving at all, the crowd and the announcers were as silent as a graveyard processing what they had just witnessed.

But it wasn't solely because he had sent the poor unsuspecting man to the ground so easily, it was also because he had managed to avoid every attack he threw at him. True to his word he was going to do his best to put on a show for everyone, and not just end every match the moment it began. Sadly the only way he could do this was by dodging everything that was thrown his way with ease, which while to him was boring and not exciting it was the exact opposite to the crowd.

"U-Um...I guess...Charanko wins..." The announcer said halfheartedly, as he was in as much shock as everyone else.

Not a single clap or sound of any kind was made in response to this, in fact the only thing that anyone could hear was Saitama's footsteps as he left the arena, along with the groaning of his opponent.

"Can you imagine what they must be thinking right now?" King asked, as they all looked away from the TV.

"Honestly, yeah I can." Fubuki replied while crossing her arms "Think about it, at one point in time we were all like that, having no idea how strong Saitama was, then when we saw it it was like our whole worlds were shattered." She said.

"True, remember when he punched Metal Knight's machine?" Genos asked.

"Don't remind me, my ears still ring whenever I think back to it..." King admitted.

Having to stop their conversation as they all heard footsteps approaching, they waited until they saw Saitama coming in before speaking again, as to not draw attention to the room.

"Hey." He greeted as he entered, before then walking over to the table and sitting down.

"Saitama that was amazing!" Swim exclaimed, unable to keep her fan side from showing.

"What was?" He asked.

"How you dodged all of his attacks! that was so cool!" She praised.

"Was it? the guy wasn't that fast, honestly he felt kinda slow." He replied.

"Everything probably feels slow to you though, so that's not really fair." Fubuki argued.

"Eh, true." He agreed.

"So how far are you planning to take this? now that we've agreed you're not going to win." King asked.

"I was thinking the third match? that seems like a pretty good stopping point, and it'll make both Bang and his student look pretty good." He answered.

Once more the conversation would be brought to a halt as the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard, yet unlike Saitama's which were calm and normal, these new ones were coming towards the room at an alarming speed. Quick to act as they didn't want to be found out, everyone excluding Saitama rushed to the back of the room where a bathroom was located and hid inside. Taking a moment to make sure his wig was on properly and wouldn't fall off, Saitama then refocused his attention to the door, right as it was flung open by the mysterious person.

"CHARANKO!" A massive and fairly intimidating looking man shouted out, seeming to be in a panicked sweat.

"Yup, that's me." Saitama simply replied, as the other rushed over to him.

"HOW DID YOU GET SO GOOD CHARANKO?!" He questioned before pointing to him, "When I was at the dojo you were EASILY the worst student! how could you possibly get so fast and so strong since then?!" He asked.

"Wait, you were at the old man's dojo?" Saitama asked.

"Oh, you don't remember me? I guess that makes sense, since master Bang had you scrubbing the floor most of the time." The Man reasoned, before putting a hand to his chest "It's me! Sour Face!" He exclaimed.

"Sour Face?..." Saitama and the others all thought, due to how weird that name choice was.

"Anyways, getting back on topic, how did you get so good Charanko?!" He repeated his question, desperate to know.

"The old man's training is finally paying off I guess." Saitama simply answered with a shrug.

"Aw come on, you could barely do anything the last time I saw you, it can't just be the training." He argued.

"Why not? do you doubt the old man's training?" Saitama asked.

"What?! of course not!" He answered immediately "It's just that, like I said you were so weak and got tired easily too, so it's pretty surprising to see you move and hit like that." He explained.

"I guess that makes sense." Saitama agreed, before a question came to mind "Hey, how come you're not a student of the old man's anymore?" He asked.

Although seeming to be surprised by his question at first, Sour Face followed it with an eye roll and a sigh.

"Right, you were slacking off somewhere, so you probably don't even know about it, doubt master Bang would mention it." He said, before closing his eyes to focus "It happened while he was away, we were all doing our exercises and training, when Garou suddenly said he had nothing left to learn, and then without hesitating he beat us all to a bloody pulp, after that me and everyone else left because we didn't want to ever fight him again, but if I had known master Bang was going to expel him then I wouldn't have left to begin with." He explained.

"But you did quit." Saitama said, catching him off guard, "You say that Charanko's weak, but he stayed when no one else did and he even fought Garou, if anything you're weaker than he is." He stated.

"Whoa..." Kaemon said quietly, as they and the others wouldn't have expected him to be so blunt with his response.

To their surprise however they would hear the sound of chairs hitting the floor follow after, and as they all peeked out to see what had happened, they found Sour Face holding Saitama up in the air by his gi's collar.

"You've got a LOT of nerve talking to me like that! considering how the only reason master Bang kept you around was cause he felt sorry for you." He told him, clearly pissed off by what he had said.

"What're you gonna do? hit me? because you can't unless we're in the arena." Saitama calmly responded.

"Yeah, and you better hope that doesn't happen, otherwise I'll show you what a REAL fight is like." He warned, as he set him back down on the ground, before then leaving the room with a hard slam of it's door.

Waiting a few seconds until he was well beyond earshot, the others then came out from the bathroom as Saitama started picking up the chairs.

"Wow Saitama, I hadn't expected something like that from you." Fubuki admitted, honestly a little flustered by how cool he was just then.

"Why not? he's one punch-...I mean Saitama, of course he'd say something like that!" Swim reasoned, having to correct herself mid sentence.

"Why did you respond like that though?" King questioned, as he finished putting the chairs back and took a seat.

"Because, while Charanko may not be that strong, and he did get his butt kicked by Garou, he's still stuck by the old man's side despite everything that's happened, most people would have run away scared stiff after what Garou did to his other students, yet he not only remained at the dojo he also tried to stop him, and anyone who makes fun of someone like that is a grade A jerk." Saitama explained.

"So cool..." Kaemon said with widened eyes, unable to keep themselves from being awestruck like Swim was.

"Indeed, it was nice of you to stick up for him, and you even remembered his name this time." Genos pointed out.

With that situation having ended with little issues they all went back to either watching the television or talking among themselves, waiting for when another member of the staff came to get Saitama for his next match. Sadly they wouldn't get to relax for too long, as without warning the door to the room was flung open by another person, causing them all to jump in surprise from how sudden it was. As for how this person had managed to approach the room without them hearing their footsteps, it's because this particular individual did not need to walk to go places.

"EGGHEAD!" Tatsumaki angrily shouted, as she hovered in the doorway.

One would think that after being assaulted by several individuals, all over the course of just a few days, that it would be impossible for any poor sod to do anything at all, as their body would be in terrible shape and agony. But Garou was not like most people, in fact there were very few people who were as determined, focused, and down right aggressive as he was, so despite all the injuries and wounds he was accumulating he still pressed on like it was nothing. This is how he was able to reach city Q in such short time, where the next target of his hero hunt unknowingly waited for him. Yet once he arrived in the city and made his way to it's center, he found himself being fairly underwhelmed by what he found.

True to the kid's word the S class hero Watchdog Man was just laying on a pedestal like structure, all the while people walked up to him and either took pictures with him or petted his costume.

"Do...do they ACTUALLY think he's some kind of dog?..." He wondered, as this entire display was one of the stupidest things he had ever seen.

Staying where he was for a few minutes in order to think of the best possible strategy, he thought back to what he had read in the book about this hero.

"It said he fights like an animal, doesn't hold back, and will do anything to protect his city, not much to go off of but it does sound like he doesn't have a fighting style." He reasoned, as an evil smile spread across his face, "If that's the case, then I'll make quick work of this weirdo."

Walking up to the lazing hero Garou waited until it was just them before getting things started.

"Hey." He spoke, earning the other's attention, "You're watchdog man right?" He asked.

"S'what it says on the plaque." He lazily replied, not seeming to care all too much.

"And you protect this city no matter what right?" Garou asked.

"Mhm." He replied.

"Great, that's all I needed to know." Garou said.

The moment those words left his lips his arm reared back and shot forward in an instant, it having been done so swiftly that the nearby people hadn't even seen him move. But where as he expected his fist to make contact with the so called hero, he found himself being surprised as the other had somehow vanished.

"You're him aren't you?" Watchdog Man asked from behind him, causing him to turn around, "The Hero Hunter that's been going from city to city trying to make a name for himself, and now you're here for me too." He said.

"And what if I am?" Garou asked, now on guard as he hadn't expected that.

Choosing to respond with actions instead of words, Watchdog Man without warning rushed towards him. And while at first Garou felt confident, that he would be able to deflect, counter, or even overpower whatever head on strike the other was hoping to land, once he was in striking distance was when that confidence disappeared. For just as fast as he had been in dodging so was he in his attack, for he managed to not only leap over Garou entirely but also delivered several powerful blows to his backside. Feeling his mouth involuntarily open from the sudden pain it brought, he turned near instantly to try and deliver a strike of his own.

This would ultimately be how their battle would play out, every time he went in to attack, tried to defend, or even back away for a moment of reprieve, Watchdog Man would be right on top of him in some way to deliver blow after blow to his body. What made it all the more frustrating was he seemed so disinterested, and despite the power each attack had it still felt like little effort was needed, almost as if this was nothing but a waste of time.

"Damn it! what the hell?!" Garou thought in a panic, as he was having to focus almost entirely on dodging just to stay alive, "I underestimated him, I thought he would fight like an animal backed into a corner, but he really is nothing short of a beast! almost like a monster!"

Quickly getting tired of having all of his attacks be either dodged or deflected, Garou decided enough was enough and went for the shotgun approach. He believed that if he were to unleash a barrage of blows all at once in several different directions, he would not only limit how much space the other had to move around and dodge in, but even with a lack in power due to how many he would be sending out, the ones that might hit would compensate for it with their numbers. In short, THIS. BACKFIRED. HORRIBLY.

Not only did none of his attacks among dozens land, but Watchdog Man in addition to countering each and every one with his own taunted him, by placing his paws when he wasn't attacking on his hands and shaking them. This entire exchange went on for but a few seconds, yet the tally by the end of it was Garou having received near a hundred different strikes all across his body, where as not a single strand of fur was out of place on Watchdog Man's suit.

"I...think he broke...all of my ribs..." He thought, as he coughed up some blood "In addition...to nearly breaking every bone in my body...this guy...this thing...there's no way it's human..." He reasoned.

Yet instead of feeling fear or panic in a situation like this, Garou felt another grin come to his face and his heart begin beating faster.

"This is exactly what I was hoping for, a REAL fight! no more push overs, no more frauds, a genuine battle with a genuine hero!" He thought excitedly, before wincing from his pain "Even so I can't keep this up, not now, I need to come back after I'm stronger..." He decided.

Knowing now the true speed and power the hero possessed, Garou had to think very carefully on how he was going to retreat, as he highly doubted the other would let him go without a struggle. Thankfully even in his beaten and battered state he still had speed, so as he turned and ran into the city to try and escape his opponent he was able to keep ahead of him by a decent bit. This wasn't to say the S class hero let him go by any means, he was right behind him step for step, and whether it was due to him moving on all fours or his own natural speed, he was nearly on top of him several times during the chase. That is when something unexpected happened, for as he reached the limits of the city he no longer heard the hero behind him.

And as he turned around to see if he had actually managed to somehow lose him, he found Watchdog man simply sitting there staring at him a few feet away. Confused as anyone would be at why he was doing such a thing, he thought back to what the kid had told him and felt his eyes widen.

"That's right, he never leaves the city unless it's for S class related business, I just didn't think it'd be so literal." He admitted.

Looking back to the hero just to make sure this wasn't some kind of trick, while his focus was entirely on him he did seem intent on not taking another step further, which was good news for him. However, as he turned around and began walking away, he would hear his voice one last time before he was out of earshot.

"You know he'll stop you right? One Punch Man? you keep this up and you won't get to walk away next time." He warned.

Feeling a smirk come to his face and a chuckle escape his lips, Garou couldn't keep his excitement from returning with that statement.

"Man, things sure did get quiet all of a sudden..." Chikara noted, as he walked through the near empty streets of a city.

Even though he was well aware of the fact that everyone was either staying indoors should they be civilians, or on patrol in groups should they be heroes, he was still a little surprised by just how abandoned things were in some places. This wasn't to say he was scared of course, if anything he was hoping that if he didn't encounter the hero hunter then he'd at least get to fight some monsters, even if he wouldn't get credit for it he still was just itching to fight. Part of it was of course due to his rage over what happened to Bunji, yet another reason was from how he had left things with his creator.

No one not even doctor Genus himself could have predicted things would ever turn out like this, where instead of being referred to as objects or a means to an end, he and the others in the house of evolution were beginning to feel like a family. Sure it was a weird, morally questionable, overall weird kind of family, but it was still nice to have some place to go where everybody was glad to see you. For even with their newly obtained hero statuses, and Bunji and Mutsuko being fairly high ranked heroes, there were still times where some people didn't know who they were and assumed them for monsters.

Unknown to him however, such an instance of this problem was about to occur.

"Huh?" He sounded while coming to a stop, as he heard a sudden noise from nearby "Hello? is someone there?" He asked.

At first being met with silence he assumed it was either some stray animal or perhaps just his imagination, and was about to take his leave and continue on his search. But then from the shadows a light appeared, a flame to be precise, and he soon realized it was the flame of a flip lighter which was lighting a cigar.

"Well well, look at you." A gruff voice spoke, followed by a puff of smoke, "What're you doing out in the open like that? didn't you get the order?" It asked.

"Order? what are you talking about?" Chikara asked, playing dumb in the hopes it would get him some information.

"Wait, are you not a part of the association?" It asked, as it's owner took another drag of the cigar.

"Look guy, I'm just out here looking for someone to beat to a bloody pulp, I have no idea what the hell you're going on about." He told him.

Managing to illicit a few chuckles in response, the figure shrouded in shadows would step out and reveal himself, and to no surprise it wasn't some random dude out for a smoke. The figure in question was a gorilla of some kind dressed in military gear, yet for some reason instead of grenades strapped to his chest it was bananas.

"Wow, not even Atomu's that much of a stereotype..." Chikara thought as he approached.

"Guess today's your lucky day then, someone of your size, stature, and clear strength would be an asset to have." He said, as he then took out a card from his pocket.

Taking the card from him and looking it over, all there was to see was a simple looking scary face in black ink, with the words "Monster Association" written beneath it.

"Before you ask, it's a group, but not a small one or even a decently sized one, every monster for as far as the eye can see is joining this organization, strength in numbers and all that, so it'd be real smart of you to join." He explained.

"Really? like the heroes?" Chikara asked.

"Heh, yeah just like them, except we ain't weak like those poor bastards." He replied.

"What about One Punch Man? and the guy who took out that huge centipede?" Chikara questioned.

"So you saw that huh?" He asked in return, seeming to be intrigued by that.

"Was all over the news, kinda hard not to know about it even if you just saw it in a store window or something." Chikara answered.

"True, but yeah those two heroes ain't nothing for long, we got a plan to take'em all down even the world's strongest, and once they're all out of the way then we call the shots, so what do you say?" He asked.

Looking back down at the card to think this over carefully, Chikara thanks to his appearance had just stumbled into something big.

"This explains the sudden explosion of monster attacks, and why after that big one got dusted they all just vanished, it isn't random chaos but a coordinated effort to take down the hero's association..." He deduced, as he closed his eyes to think "On one hand, I could give him back his card, say no thanks, and keep looking for the hero hunter, on the other hand if I don't take him up on his offer he might find it suspicious, plus this could be the best chance for anyone within the association to start learning about what's really going on." He reasoned.

"Well?" The other asked.

"Know what? sounds like fun." Chikara responded while opening his eyes, causing him to smile, "Might be nice getting to wreck shit and not have to worry about some dumbass hero ruining it for me, so yeah I'll join." He explained.

"Great, then come with me." He said, as he turned around and walked back into the alley, "Name's Martial Gorilla by the way, what's yours?" He asked.

"Carnage." He answered, as he followed behind.

Imagine if you can the sensation of coming back to life after dying, a near impossible thing to ask but it may help in understanding the current feelings of a particular individual. The person in question is of course Lord Boros, who at the moment was contemplating some very important things regarding mortality and the soul. For unlike most living creatures Boros when he died didn't actually go anywhere, sure one could argue his soul was taken to a limbo of some kind, but in reality it was still inside his body as he was being kept alive. But this in turn brought many questions to the dominator of the universe's mind, and seeing as how there was nothing to do given all the monster attacks had suddenly ceased, all he could do was mull over the details of his particular situation.

Now he wasn't having an existential crisis, like whether or not he was the real Boros or simply a clone, he instead was considering what possible alternatives he could have faced had he not been saved. In practically every world he and his former crew plundered and pillaged there was always some kind of mysticism to be found, some religion revolving around many gods, one god, or even just a simple belief that everything is the universe itself. Yet he never found himself believing in such things, not because he found them to be stupid or ridiculous in any way, but because he never thought he would need to. Then came Saitama and the reality that was his death, and while in the moment he welcomed his demise so long as he won, and even in his loss he found comfort for it meant freedom from his boredom, now that he had seen a glimpse of what may lay after, it honestly disturbed him.

Such concepts like Heaven and Hell now seemed more realistic and plausible, and should they prove to actually be real then he was most certainly in deep, deep, DEEP water. But how could a soul such as his, responsible for countless genocides and endless destruction, ever hope to be potentially redeemed for all it had done? This was ultimately what consumed his mind, if whether or not there was any hope for him at this point, if he even needed to care about such things should they in fact be real, and whether or not his new life as a hero was actually his true second chance.

"Boros?" The voice of his "savior" doctor Genus called out, followed by a few knocks at his door.

To his surprise the doctor had done quite a bit to make sure he was comfortable, it wasn't the exact same as his personal quarters on his ship of course, but there were still quite a few amenities prepared within a room that one of his clones had taken him to.

"Is there something you need doctor?" He asked, for unless it was of the upmost importance he would rather be left to his thoughts.

"I have something that might be of importance to you, may I come in?" Dr. Genus responded.

"Hmm...very well." He invited.

Watching as the door was pushed open and the doctor came in, he noticed he was carrying a file of some kind and was seeming to look at it with great focus.

"Thank you, now as for what I wish to show you, a fair amount of time before you were revived we encountered a creature during a monster attack on City J, this creature despite going over the footage countless times bears no resemblance to any known species, at least none so closely it could be considered a mutation, in light of this I was hoping that maybe you could look at it and see if it may be a surviving member of your crew." Dr. Genus explained.

Feeling his eye widen upon hearing this, he immediately extended his arm towards him to take the file and see for himself. Handing it over to the now eagerly expectant alien, once Boro's eye fell onto the pictures housed within the file's pages, only one word came to his mind.

"Geryuganshoop."

When one thinks of a ghost town they may have the image of an old western setting appear in the minds, complete with the dusty roads and the tumbleweeds blowing all over. But when you think of how a modern day ghost town would look it suddenly becomes more unsettling, as due to the amount of people there are in the world now and how far civilization as a whole has progressed, the thought of any place suddenly being devoid of life is unnerving. This was the reality that the hero group led by Captain Mizuki was facing, for as they walked through what was already a fairly abandoned district of their city, the overwhelming silence and stillness there was to everything was getting to them.

"I'm starting to think there aren't any monsters here, or rats, or bugs, or any living thing." Gasmask Cowboy said, as they slowly walked through the streets while looking into every building and alley.

"But doesn't that seem suspicious? that we haven't seen so much as a stray cat or dog rummaging through trash, to me that says there must be something here that spooked'em." D-Pad argued.

"True, though they could have been spooked from the attacks earlier, I mean there were a lot of them and you could easily hear the sounds for miles, maybe they're just playing it safe and staying hidden until they're sure it's over." Gearsper reasoned, as he then looked to Mizuki, "What do you think Captain?" He asked.

"I say we stay on patrol here for a little longer, then we'll move somewhere else." She replied.

"Can't say we'll have better luck though, there's groups of heroes in practically every district of every city, if there's not an S class hero already present that is." Tank Top Girl noted.

"Yeah, but so long as there are still potential monsters lurking about ready to strike, then we have to be vigilant and ready for when they-"

Being interrupted as Gasmask Cowboy suddenly rushed forward and tackled her to the ground, before anyone could ask what the hell he was doing the spot where she had just been standing was struck by a whip. Feeling all of their eyes widen in shock, they soon heard a low and unsettling cackling coming from their left, and as they all looked to where it was coming from they found a very unusual sight. Standing across the street was a fairly tall blonde haired woman, though those details were the last that any of them noticed. For what made her truly strange was both her attire and her skin pigmentation, as she was clad in black leather bdsm styled gear which contrasted well against her near snow like flesh.

Top all of it off with the dark red heart on her forehead and her blackened eyes with pink irises, and it was clear to anyone who wasn't blind that she wasn't human.

"Well well well, guess the sheriff's got a good eye on him, what a shame." She said, as she slowly brought her whip back to her side.

"You okay Captain Mizuki?" He asked her as he got to his feet, grabbing onto her hand to help her do the same.

"Yeah, thanks for that." She replied, before moving her focus to her assailant "Hey! don't you know doing that is dangerous? you could've hurt me!" She shouted.

"But of course, wouldn't get any pleasure from it if I didn't." The other countered, as she straightened her whip with her free hand, "So why don't you be a good little girl and let me whip you like I wanted?" She suggested

"Guess you really are a monster huh? well okay then!" Captain Mizuki exclaimed, as she got into a fighting stance "This is your only chance! surrender now and we won't have to get violent!" She offered.

"You REALLY know how to take the fun away from everything don't you?" She taunted while placing a hand on her hip "Luckily, I have some friends who can help teach you how to have a good time." She said.

Unsure as to what she meant by that at first, soon all of the heroes would find themselves leaping away from where they stood, as a car was suddenly flung into the building right next to them. Looking around to try and find what had done that, they all soon discovered a little ways up the street a very large snake like woman, who honestly bore a strong resemblance to the fabled Medusa.

"Mmm, these ones look like they'll make a decent snack, which is nice seeing as how our last meal was cut short." She spoke, in a somewhat sultry yet scarily eerie tone.

"Oh yeah? let's see if you're still talking big when I make you into snake skin boots!" Gasmask Cowboy threatened, as he took out one of his guns and aimed it at her.

Sadly the surprises would just keep coming, for the moment he drew his weapon it was sent flying out of his hand by a knife, that had been thrown with deadly accuracy to disarm him.

"I don't think so cowboy." A third monster spoke, walking out from an alley they had passed down the street, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with guns?" She asked.

This one honestly seemed like a combination of the first and second, no doubt why she was with them to begin with, for while she had a mostly reptile like appearance to her she also wore black leather attire similar to the woman's. Combine this with the countless black spots that adorned her skin, the two horns that jutted from her head, and the several spikes adorning her limbs and tail, she honestly looked more like a succubus of some kind than an animal.

"Shit, we're surrounded." Tank Top Girl said, as they all once more got to their feet and readied themselves to fight.

"Aww, look at them, they think they can fight back~" The third one teased, as she drew out a machete from a holster on her side.

"We've got you outmatched five to one! from where we're standing the odds are in OUR favor!" D-Pad retorted.

"That just means we'll get to have dessert." The snake hissed in delight with a flick of her tongue.

"It still isn't too late, you give up right now and this WHOLE thing ends peacefully, none of you have to die!" Captain Mizuki offered once more, not wanting to put the others in danger.

"Bit of advice." The Woman spoke, as she cracked her whip against the ground, "Save your strength for what comes after, it'll buy you a few extra minutes." She told them, before the trio then rushed forward to begin their attack.

(A/N: Last chapter there was a review regarding the alterations to Tank Top Girl's appearance, so for the sake of clarity I wanted to explain why, if there is something I despise more than anything it is when things don't make logical sense, and you're meant to accept it just because that's the way it is, how this applies to her is very simple, she is a part of the Tank Top Army which consists entirely of men who are practically the size of cars, yet you have her the only female member who looks like the most exercise she does is a light jog in the morning, so I decided that if I am going to portray her as this ass kicking badass like Tank Top Master and the rest of the army, she needs to have a matching physique to not only fit in with theirs, but also so her feats of strength make sense with what her body clearly shows it is capable of, I hope at the very least you can understand this point of view, and as always thank you for reading and until next time, peace)