12:30 - Chiyoda, police post

“Right then chaps, the plan is simple. Spammie, you take Sprog and go around the northern part of the Diet building. Spoon and me are on the southern end, and will walk from there. If our mystery guest shows up you are to politely ask him to stop via any means necessary so long as he stays alive. This means no chokeslams Spoon. You can get in touch with the local police with one one zero, just yell the password ‘Sakura Sakura’ and they’ll patch you through the command. Clear?” Colton explained in brief.

“Yes sir.” all three squaddies answered immediately. 

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13:00 - Chiyoda, Jinbocho metro station

Colton was reminded of a saying one of his Dutch friends once told him ‘A good start was half the work’. It was funny what a person’s mind came up with in mortal peril like being attacked by what to all intents and purposes looked like two small winged human girls. It had started off comically as the small beings accosted him and Spoon walking down a random street on patrol. Spoon had taken a look at the ‘Pixie’ and summed up their feelings about the whole deal in the usual poetic manner he was renown for:

“I’ve [i]shat[/i] things that are bigger than you.”

Now the soldier was spasming as electricity from something that the first Pixie had thrown at him. ‘Zionga’ the little monster had called it.

“Now for you, grandpa.” the second thing chittered. It paused as suddenly it failed to feel it’s everything. A quick inspection revealed that this was because it’s head was no longer attached to it’s body, courtesy of a massive man that had appeared in a flash of light from where Spoon still lay. The second Pixie tried to make a break for it, but Colton growled and tried to throw the first thing that came to hand at it. Emphasis on tried: His phone flashed, and strange energies twisted the universe to summon a red-skinned robed man in front of him. This string of events seemed to be more confusing to Colton than to the man he assumed was just teleported here or something. A headache started to form in the elder sergeant’s cranium. He needed a beer, to get the universe to make sense again.

“Hm? An evildoer attempting to run?” the bearded, robed summoned figure said, tilting his head slightly to the side as his gaze tracked the Pixie.

“Hah! NOT SO FAST!” he intoned, as a fireball leapt from the small sword in his hand towards the fleeing Pixie. Given the fireball was larger than the Pixie’s entire body, the results were eminently predicable. Meanwhile, the other summon knelt over Spoon.

“Master? Your state?” he growled. Somehow, ‘caring’ just felt unnatural from the fellow.

“That BITCH shot me in the FACE, so I don’t feel quite like roses and sunshine anymore.” Spoon spat back. The summon laughed heartily at the vigorous response, however Colton’s further view of the proceedings was obscured by a pair of robed shoulders. The elderly veteran looked up at where his summon gazed into his eyes.

“Are you unharmed?” he said.

“That I am. What-who…” Colton replied, his voice and reason failing him. The bearded summon smiled.

“I am called Lord Enma, Yanluo Wang or Yama, though I prefer the latter. Due to that program, I am now bound to you. Summon me in your time of need, and I shall see to your protection. For now, farewell.” he explained, and then vanished along with the other summon.

"What the hell was that?!" Spoon exclaimed as he finally got to his feet. Given the data available to Colton, as well as his extensive personal experience and wisdom, the sergeant could come to only one conclusion.

"... I have [i]no[/i] bleedin’ idea Spoon."