Rubble, and the mist. The edge of this city was herded within the binding of an encumbering mist. Venture too far and the fatigue and other worldly forces would halt any venture further into it. It was an effective way to keep the residents within the city limits, effective enough to annoy the hell out of Godzilla. He had been though the mist before, collapsing and unable to make any kind of progress in distancing himself from the city. Not to mention the occasional random creature that came nipping at his heels was rather distracting too.
There Goji was, again. At the boarder of the city, very few citizens here. Not like anyone would actively choose to follow this 10ft lizard to such an eerie local. He had paced along the border now for quite some time as if trying to find different angle, a crack in the armor. Much to his frustration there was nothing, this same frustration was now boiling towards annoyance.
Defiance filled Godzilla’s throat, blue and very nuclear- was shot into the distance of the mist dimly illuminating it but loud and obnoxious none the less. Gripping onto a rather generously sized rock, a halfhearted throw was simply icing on the cake. Reaching down for another stone, Goji’s hand encounters something a lot more…malleable.
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