I looked around, saw the other heroes and villains composing themselves, climbing to their feet in the knee deep rush of water. A few fliers were conveying our ranged combatants up to the rooftops.
Wasting no time, I see.
At the end of the road, downhill, was the Boardwalk, or what was left of it. From what I could see through the downpour, the wooden pathways and docks had been shattered by the initial wave, to the point that many were standing nearly straight up, or were buckled into fractured arches. Water frothed and sprayed as it rushed back against the ragged barrier that had been Brockton Bay’s high end shopping district.
R.I.P. the Boardwalk.
I think I’ll count that as a death for tagging purposes, and that’s before considering that it might not have been empty when the wave hit.
He was there, too. I could see his silhouette through the rain and the spraying water that was the tidal wave’s aftermath, much as I had on the television set. Thirty feet tall, the majority of him was was muscled but not bulky.
Ah, okay, so he is huge. I had just begun to think he might not be.
He’s not quite as huge as the Lovecraftian monstrosities would’ve been, but still a lot bigger than a regular human.
His hunched shoulders, neck and upper torso were the exception, bearing cords of muscles that stood out like steel cables. It gave him a top-heavy appearance, almost like an inverted teardrop with limbs and a tail.
Not gonna lie, the comparison to steel cables just made me think of Weld.
So Leviathan has a tail, huh?
…I just realized what a suitable comparison might be. We’ve got a tailed monster attacking a city, with associations to natural disasters, being fought against by the locals and other parts of an organization in this case sort of analogous to the army.
It’s a kaiju movie. Leviathan is like a kaiju.
Although admittedly he’s a really small one compared to even the smallest iteration of Godzilla.
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