You were an alien who had flown into earth. You hadn’t meant to cause destruction or death—but you were new to this planet, had strong abilities, and humans were weak. Weaker then you expected.

Cecil had seen the destruction; and they sent the immortal out to deal with you. Not knowing how strong you were.

They didn’t want you dead, they wanted you alive, so they could study your species, maybe even start a truce with you, see your intentions.

The immortal didn’t waste time to speak with you; he flew in and delivered a punch to the side of your face, hard. A