Sven’s head lowered to face the world below, his highly sensitive ears picking up sounds of the human’s activity below. The katana, a Five Body Blade, as the Japanese Samurai would call it, hung at his side, tied to his leather belt. A plate of steel was folded over several times, creating the plate of armor-like metal that extended from his hip down to his knee, and being six feet and two inches, the metal itself nearly wrapped around his leg, but was strapped in place by several belts that corkscrewed around his limb. He sat on his haunches as he stared down at the scene below, his blue T-shirt and baggy jeans ruffled by the massive bursts of gusts. For a few moments, he sat on the edge of the tree limb, his trademark shoes set over the edge of the cliff where he was seated. Out of curiosity, he lifted one of the stones nearby and tossed it off the face of the overhanging, watching it plummet to the ground. He soon growled under his breath, the wind beginning to pick up nearby as helicopters zoomed towards him. He thus scowled, his eyes watering as the issued Ghost Espalon Mark Seven brain increasing the degree of the far-sight part of his vision, enabling him to glimpse at the vehicles headed his way. In dignified bold, white letters were the words: Project Ghost, Kingston Plaza Incorporated. In seconds the helicopter squadron almost doubled, as he felt the presence that they were directly behind him as well. He merely lowered his head as the flying vehicles closed in, their weapons aimed directly onto his position. His hair swirled with the upcoming gusts of wind.

“Oi…they said he was dangerous…but he hasn’t moved yet.” One of the pilots said, cocking her head towards her co-pilot.

“I don’t think he’s that much to worry about… Look at ‘em! He’s just staring at the ground…I think we should open fire and just terminate him already.”

“Terminate subject, Sven, now. Fire at will on his position, he should've been dead earlier!” As the words left the co-pilot’s lips, he laughed, flipping a few switches. In seconds, the machine guns at each side of the helicopter slowly appeared, their barrels pointed directly at his direction. Sven’s head rose after this, his hand slowly reaching towards the cloth wrapped katana handle, his azure eyes glimmering with a lust to satisfy his Ghostly hunger to destroy. In an explosion of fire, the bullets were sent spiraling towards him in a flurry of sound, the rounds slicing through the air like nothing. Sven’s ears caught the sound, and with that, he spread out his stance seconds before the guns went off, pivoting off of his heel to begin to spin. The blade in his hand became a whirling tornado of steel, the calibers’ course directed elsewhere. Afterwards, missiles were fired, their flames causing them to be propelled forward towards him. Alarmed, he hopped into the air, his foot planting itself squarely onto the flying explosive. Immediately afterward, he continued to hop, his legs propelling him higher into the air.

He somersaulted to the side, dodging a spray of rounds and was inches to being blown up by another missile. With that, he finally composed himself, his fingers catching onto one of the explosive projectiles, diverting its course with a twist of his wrist. As he landed onto the ground, one of the helicopters that surrounded him was struck by the missile, causing it to be consumed in flames, which spiraled out of control, thus having it crash into the one directly adjacent to it. He then used the momentum of the last jump to leap directly into the air once more and with a quick sweep of his arm, the katana sliced directly through the ship’s engine and it spiraled out of control, knocking into the other helicopters like dominoes, causing them all to explode seconds after the other. He slung the oil off his Japanese sword, his eyes glancing in all directions. In moments, the horizon began to blacken with shapes and sounds, the ground quaking in the objects wake. Out of curiosity, he tilted his head, watching the horizon build itself into a giant figure, the arms themselves almost half the size of the surrounding mountains.

An immense echo of a groan slowly reached his highly sensitive ears, his body wracking with agony. He wailed, his hands shooting directly to cover his ears from the sound, but it was in vain, his Titanium Adamantite bones shaking and acting as tuning rods to the sound. In a rush of wind, the figure in the distance slowly rose to its full height, the shine of metal nearly blinding him as his head rose. Sven’s systems inside of his body mechanically whirred and thrust themselves into life, his pain sensors and nerves switching themselves off, his mind numbing from the loss of nervous system. As he reached for the katana, which he dropped moments before, his fingers couldn’t tell if he was wielding the weapon at all. In reaction to this, his muscles bulged for a moment, the veins nearly popping from underneath his epidermis, his body shaking with an eruption of power.

The figure in the distance slung one of its massive arms, the wind gusting in response to the action. Both hands of the being slammed themselves onto the hill where he was standing and in one motion, tore away at the landscape as it pulled itself directly towards him. An explosion followed, an object spiraling towards him. In an instant, he was thrust back by the force of the now present projectile, spiraling out of control as he crashed into the ground. Once the round entered his body, his bones themselves melted to welcome the massive caliber, and once the frames of his ribs grasped the round, it was dejected by the momentum that carried it towards him. Once it was fired back in a spray of blood, he regained his balance and he somersaulted upright, his fingers digging into the soil, the friction ultimately causing him to stop. The round spun violently, spearing directly through the metallic surface of the giant being.

In response, its arms raised and it roared in anger, its left hand rising into the air sharply, and with a swoop, the hillside was ripped from its place on the Earth, Sven sent twisting violently. To retaliate against it, he stabbed one of the larger portions of the hill, pulling himself onto the surface and pulling the katana from the large portion. He thus hopped from one section to another, his azure eyes watching the giant robot carefully. Out of the corner of his eye, the massive hand shot directly towards him, and he leaped directly onto the back of the hand, beginning to sprint up towards the head. Plates of metal slunk back underneath the metallic surface, barrels rising from the present blackness. His eyes widened in alarm as missiles were sent flying towards him, the propulsion causing echoing booms to wrack the air with sound. In alarm, he stepped to the side, one of the projectiles crashing into the arm of the robot, the explosion singeing the end of his hair. He sheathed the katana quickly to his side, his eyes glancing towards all of the projectiles that were headed towards him. With a twist of his wrist, he caught one of the missiles in his hands, turning it directly around towards the others, sending it spiraling out of control elsewhere. He thus hopped into the air, his feet planting themselves gingerly on the surface. The missiles were sent to explode onto the metallic arm and once he finally hopped off of the last one, he drew the katana from its scabbard.

Once he slowly began to plummet towards the head of the being, his eyes glinted with a light that miraculously caused the blade to suddenly melt, re-emerging in a wave of plasma-like substance. He thus stabbed the blade directly into the head of the robot, the plasma causing the metal to liquefy and spread apart in its wake as he dragged the sword down the body. In seconds, the metal itself began to crumble underneath the heat of the blade, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade sliced directly through the mid-section of the robot, the halves plummeting towards the ground. As he hopped off the top section of the robot, while the edge of the katana hardened from its plasma state into its metallic edge once more. His eyes shut themselves, and he sheathed the blade.