"You late for a cosplay convention?"
"What's with the hair."
"Are you actually wearing a tail---"
Yes, a tail. Brown in color, still needing trained of that stupid weakness. A tail that moved suddenly, smacking the nearest human across the face, launching him backwards. 4 humans in total. Typical street trash. Weak humans that picked on weaker humans. They had numbers and weapons to intimidate. Weapons like the knife that the big one pulled. The firearm that the one that took the hit from his tail pulled out. Stinging little nuisances.
Kyuuri spent months on this little blue world, recovering from the last battle with the armor-clad individual who called himself The Vigilante. A little world that surprisingly had very powerful and strange individuals living on it. This planet wouldn't be conquered so easily, and not without help. That worked in his favor. Were his superiors to come looking, they wouldn't sweep the life from this world so easily, for The Company wouldn't allow that to happen.
Not that they were allies, or friends. But they would do what he couldn't alone... yet. He'd managed to unlock 2 transformations, leaving him to wonder if there were more. Here, fighting these powerful individuals, perhaps he could train further, if he didn't die. It had been months since a real battle. These weak street trash humans were a joke, but served as amusement in times of boredom.
...Such as now. The nearest human went flying when the tail unraveled from his waist and smacked the man across the face with the force that sent the human flying backwards and into the brick wall of the left building that formed the alley he and the 4 humans stood in. Surprised, the remaining 3 pulled weapons.
"Typical weaklings. Use whatever you please, it won't help."