As the humongous rock closes in to finish off what’s left of this once thriving establishment, a nearby survivor––a father––who is tightly hugging his daughter for what could be his last time, also notices the giant boulder that now lights up the night sky. Surii looks at the man, and the brave, bruised, and bloodied father stares back with a look of acceptance in his eyes. The man nods at Surii before covering his daughter entirely with his body, tucking both of their heads down. Surii watches him do this, he nods back and takes one final look at the huge, encroaching brimstone.

With only seconds remaining before the rock smashes into them, Surii spreads his legs, plants his feet, squats, and contorts his torso and arms over his waist in some deliberate but unfamiliar pose. Once he attains his desired position, he launches himself into the air like a shot from a cannon, and speeds directly towards the center of the meteor. He shoots up at inhuman speeds and reaches a height of around two hundred and fifty feet from where he stood in less than a second.

Upon reaching this altitude, he begins to flip around and around, faster and faster. He then takes his U.R.O. and throws it with unbelievable strength and accuracy another three thousand feet higher towards the heart of the meteor. The apparatus travels upward of speeds that will make any Major League pitcher’s fastball seem like a toddler tossing his first Whiffle Ball to his dad.

The device spins violently onward and onward until it finally meets up with the killer meteor. Before it makes contact, two small nozzles rise up out of the head of the cylinder for some unknown reason. The apparatus continues to spin with twice the RPM as the tires on professional drag cars screaming down a raceway, and before it reaches within ten feet of the rock, the rock itself begins to split entirely down its center. The hyper-spinning apparatus passes through the solid metals, ore, and rock effortlessly, like a laser-edged scythe through a giant jellyfish. Once it fully cuts through the meteor, it arcs around at a speed twenty times faster than a rifle bullet, and boomerangs back towards the now right-half side of the split rock. The U.R.O. follows up with a horizontal passage that completely slices through both halves of the rock, subsequently turning the house-sized meteor into four, individual, car-sized boulders.

After basically doing to the enclosing meteor what a master chef does to a raw steak with a boning knife, Surii finally lands back on the ground below, right next to the distraught man from earlier. The man looks at him in disbelief, then looks up at the now four, quarter-sized rocks about to land in four different areas around the motel.

“You might want to get down,” Surii calmly commands as he places his body on top of him, while the man continues to protects his daughter with his own body.

Four gigantic booms erupt in rapid succession around the trio, causing a shockwave that sends glass, metal, concrete and wood flying in every direction. Luckily, the outer walls of the Lily Inn Motel prove sufficient in protecting these three from meeting an early demise; even if it will never serve to house a guest ever again.