#( omg ignore the length bc sometimes my starters get way too wordy )

[regensia]

@sciass​​

     Another day off, at least this time free of Tareo, though it didn’t really mean much in the end for the former hero hunter. It wasn’t like he had plans, or friends to really make plans with anyways. So it was spent much like before – wandering the city, just checking things out, filling his time a bit uselessly, nothing particularly productive now that he hadn’t a real goal to commit himself to like before. It was boring, and worse yet, thoroughly unfulfilling. 

     There was a figure up ahead, one that was becoming familiar much to Garou’s chagrin, of a man who bore a flannel, ball cap, and shopping bag, as well as a clear desperation to be left alone. Not that he was about to go out of his way to greet the other, maybe a nod if King noticed him at all, but it seemed someone – or something else hadn’t gotten the memo. More remnants of the monster association as it slunk out of the alleyway near the S-class hero, soon unfolding itself to its full size, something scaly and easily twice the height of King. Now that was something fun to watch, maybe to see the techniques of the rather reserved man, so Garou stood by patiently. Even if he wasn’t really a fighter at the moment, old habits would die hard. 

     Except... King wasn’t moving. Outside of the King Train that echoed down the street, the guy wasn’t doing much of anything except standing there, apparently frozen. It was a weird technique, the martial artist thought to himself, but yellow gaze followed the monster’s movements. Experience told him that King wasn’t going to move, and briefly he wondered if the other was like Saitama, mostly untouchable save for that scar, but he knew it wasn’t the truth given that scratch he had gotten the other day...

     It didn’t even register to Garou how he himself had burst into action, sprinting and closing the gap between himself and the hero, placing himself between King and the monster to parry the clawed blow so it went harmlessly wide. A flurry of precise punches rained down on the creature, hardly now a match for him, before it merely recoiled, fell down, and shuddered. This wasn’t the cool climactic fight or anything like he had been anticipating to witness, so he whipped around to face the other, tone accusatory.

     “What the hell was that!?”