Momoko stared in awe at the monster before her. A large dragon, easily fifty foot from head to tail, maybe more. The creature's body was covered in crimson scales, forming a natural suit of armour. Occasionally, the beast opened its gaping maw, revealing razor sharp teeth that could easily crush bones...well, when they weren't obscured by a large gout of flame, hot enough to cook a person alive in seconds. Of course, it didn't even look like it would need to use those, as its limbs each ended in a set of claws that seemed sharp enough to tear through flesh and armour with equal ease. The brunette swallowed hard. Someone had to defeat this monster, it had caused too much pain and suffering to be allowed to continue living, and she was the only one willing and able to do it.

To anyone looking her way, Momoko's current activity looked far less heroic. She was simply playing with a portable gaming device as she left the anime club's room and began on her way home. What might not be immediately obvious was just how little attention she was paying to her surroundings. Having taken basically the same way home each day since she started high school, she was more or less on auto-pilot. Generally, this wasn't an issue and she got back to her apartment with no problems. Today, however, there was an obstacle she wasn't expecting. Obliviously, she continued on a collision course with a certain guitarist.