It's a dark and stormy night when a hand reaches up between the cracks of a toxic world and the wasteland belonging to the monster who caused all this destruction--

Covered in muck and Lord knows what else, a head eventually snaps up too. Connected by shoulders, torso, and knees. It is with pure determination that the figure is able to rise to their feet at all. Black eyes flicker to yours instantly. A cocky grin creeps across its beastly features,"Well aren't you quite the calvary?"