[@MelonHead]

[i]The monster followed the five D's of dodgeball. It dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and... Dodged. Yet, it was no easy feat. It was not used to being in full retreat, and it despised that fact. Forget revenge upon just the metal thing. After it was done here it would travel again to the dimension of its enemy, to turn the world into a chaotic hive of monsters engaged in a never ending chain of autocannibalism. As formidable as such a place was, surely it could not hope to stand against a hundred billion or more brood. The literal translation of its name was not the "Great Father" for nothing. It needed only a safe place to hide and breed for a few years, perhaps in this very land or in another, in some remote pocket of the dark side of the universe. It was fond of this feeding ground, where the little ones practically walked right into its mouth, but that could not compare to the notion of an entire planet populated with these virtually unstoppable metal things. Such a threat to its existence could not be allowed. It bit off another of its long wing fingers after narrowly slipping past a bullet, and picked up speed to accommodate for the time it lost avoiding the gunfire. 

In just another minute, it would be home. It knew that even the modern bombs with which the two-legs gleefully killed themselves were incapable of collapsing its cavern. The entrance could be conceivably blocked, but it trusted that the metal thing would be slow to find the other exits. If more metal things came and began tearing the place up, the rest of the world would notice. Policies and politics. It would take ages for a mutual understanding to be met, and by then...

Whether or not the monster had a good chance to escape, the survival of two planets now depended on its demise.[/i]