The streets were tattered and buildings were crumpled into nothing more than piles of rubble across roads and sidewalks.

The monster was unyielding in its chase, leading you place after place - you were pretty sure you’d discovered about 3 new dimensions running after this thing.

Every throw of a dagger, sword, blade; it quite literally would not cut it, trying to take this creature down. It had done nothing but wreak havoc on cities - a nuisance to civilians and powered people alike.

Everything had taken you around in a circle, so now you were back on earth, in a city you were familiar with, however destroyed it was with the creatures sloppy movements and sheer size.

The monster continued to swing at you with little caution to the structures around it, shrieking out when you fought back with a quick slice and deep-cutting jab.

In a last-ditch effort to finally take this creature down, you bundled up all your energy and adrenaline into one basket and leapt up, swinging your arms and cleanly slicing through its neck.

As you dropped back down to the ground, you could hear the sounds of quiet sparks slapping the cracked concrete, sounds oh-so-familiar.

Strange came leaping from his portal, shields at the ready. However, they soon dissipated and he was left a little dumbfounded when the monster he was just ready to fight dropped to the ground in a heap; well, it’s head anyway.

He turned to you with a raised eyebrow, before chuckling and shaking his head.

“Couldn’t have waited for me? Even for one hit?” He asked, approaching to stand just beside you and look ahead at the now very dead monster.

With a small hum, he turned to look at you, something of half-grin half-genuine smile curling at his lip.

“Good job.” That was probably the closest you’d get to praise that didn’t have any little snark attached. His Cloak seemed to agree with Strange’s sentiment too, the fabric stretching out from behind him to pat your shoulder, much to your and Strange’s amusement.