Aggem Town is on fire. Buildings engulfed in terrifying waves of flames and explosions—Boom! Boom!—that devastated the very homes—Boom!—and daily lives of the people who live there. In this instance, the people of Aggem were few from the previous many. Most of them were killed, smashed by car crashes, or buried in building ruins or even eaten by that fact. Not by their own. Not because they had to resort to such measures, as they were the ones that were being attacked, hunted like little fiery ants.

  The monsters that caused the disaster were many, and none were revealed to have been found defeated. They enjoyed the massacre. They were beyond animal-like. Four-legged. Scaly reptilians. Looked like a canine but had no tail. It has four eyes, two on each side, and the mouth of a shark with a longer slit that reached its neck covered by a protective skin layer and razor-sharp teeth lined up like a chainsaw.

  People of Aggem were making a run for their lives as the four-legged reptilian monsters chased them down the streets. One of them tripped as he was rushing through the crowds. The fear in his eyes and the beating of his heart were enormous as he waited for the inevitable to happen. He closed his eyes for the worst to come. But it never came.

  The male survivor opened his eyes and saw that the monster was impaled by a metal rod concentrated into its cranium. How did it happen? Why wasn't he dead? That was something the male survivor couldn't tell apart from all the chaos. The monster wasn't moving. Blood from its head spilled onto the ground.

  It was then that a voice erupted from where the survivors were running to from a distance, "Alright, folks, evacuate town as soon as possible. No one's staying back...except me." He walked forward, in the opposite direction from where the survivors came from.

  "Who is that?" Some of them murmured.

  "No clue."

  Still on the edge of things, a chubby man confronted Phass. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? The exits are that way," he said arrogantly.

  Phass didn't mind him. He stopped at the man who tripped. "Need a hand?" Phass pulled him up. He continued, "Good. As I said again, move in an orderly way," and he pointed the way he came from.

  "What are you, some hero? Trying to look all high and mighty. What is even up with what you're wearing?!"

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  Phass was getting a little annoyed, so he wanted to educate him firsthand. "I'm the guy that saved your sorry," he pointed to the bleeding monster, "from that."

  There was no reply. One look at the monster, and he was too bewildered to talk or mention anything because he was terrified out of his wits.

  "Now if you will, I'm going to do my job."

  "Pppphhh---Whatever!" The fatty man said and left. And soon others followed.

  The man that tripped glanced back and then returned to running. What went through his thoughts, leaving a stranger to confront the monsters, a lone man no less, decked out in weird clothing? Play pretend and he'll get himself killed.

  Scanning his surroundings, the place was cleared. No other man, woman, and/or children were seen. It was best he acquired the weapon quickly before the rest of the hive came crawling to him in a spired rage for revenge, as one of their comrades had fallen in battle. They're called Scalhounds. They act like a pact but are more akin to a hive with no queen. Each scalhound is just one piece of a bigger fish.

  Passed past the dead corpse and walked to the Lady Aggem fountain. That is where his weapon is at. The staff that she holds is actually a REAL staff or, should I say, a lance. Staff lance? A combination between the two. Covered in a special coating mixture of cement and minerals, the lady of Aggem has held onto the Staffance for a very long time. Now that time has come for her proficiency to be filled, just not hers...but her descendant will do just fine.

  "The time has come, my lady. The time for your will to be done." He bowed as a sign of respect, and with a glare from his eyes, Phass jumped onto the fountain and grabbed the staff between the lady's arms who cared for the weapon close to her. He pulled—the stone cracking, bits of pieces falling—and ringed the staffance out of the statue's grasp.

  He then jumped off the fountain and landed safely on the ground. Unfortunately for him, while he removed the weapon, he inadvertently destroyed the arms.

  That wasn't much his problem. He was there to do what he came to do. Slaying monsters.

  He gave the staffance a playful spin, spinning it with both hands, getting the hang of it, until he came to a stop and raised it with one hand, the base of the staffance resting on his back and the front end poking outwards high.

  Phass's right hand reached for back and brought forth a crystallised stone. Inside the crystal was dust. He crushed the crystal with bare palm and a burst of dust particles glowing orange and gold like illuminated as he absorbed it into his body, the armor acting as a sort of helped to maximise efficiency. He then channlled that dust into the staffance, and behold, the staffance was glowing as well. Its power activated by the interaction of the sheer amount of dust.

  As Phass marvelled at the wonder of the staffance, his excitement grew even steeper as a horde of Scalhounds were rushing his way in a frenzied and killer-instinct way. Probably because they sensed one of their fellow comrades taken out by him. Or who knows.

  The party was just getting started. He smirked.

  "Let's dance, shall we!"