"This is kinda bad." The Streaker said.
The large monster had officially entered the building. Fully fed, it was beginning to destroy the city. The Silver Streaker was on one of the black city's many monoliths, far enough away from the dissolution to not to be noticed, and he was going through his options right now.
Should I start with a flying kick? It's kind of fast, though. He thought. I think I'll have to whittle it down. But it's too big to take care of by myself...
Running away was probably an option that everyone would think about, seeing as there was no support to be had. He would essentially be fighting the big demon thing solo, since all of the outlaws had fed it to make it stronger. But to the Silver Streaker, this wasn't an option. Though most of the city was filled with outlaws, there was likely the odd innocent here and there. Especially now, with the reopening of the black guild.
Whatever I do, I have to get it down. The Silver Streaker thought.
The Silver Streaker sighed, stretched his neck and looked at the dissolution.
"Let's do this!" He yelled suddenly.
The Silver Streaker leaped into action, jumping down the monolith and sprinting towards the massive dissolution. He wasn't that far, so he would get there fast enough. The Silver Streaker planned his actions against the giant.
Hitting a big guy like that just anywhere wouldn't do much. He thought, rapidly approaching the huge monster. Gotta go for the joints.
The Silver Streaker ran up the stairs of a building and came up to the roof. His target was rapidly approaching - the back of the giant's knee. Taking a running start, the Silver Streaker dashed forward, jumping off of the roof, foot outstretched to deliver justice.
"Take this! Silver kick!" He yelled.