Kaze had thoroughly enjoyed himself during the hours of combat. The way he fought was a mixture of acrobatic finesse and pure brutal strength. The bestial man hadn't fired a single shot but his attacks were just as devastating, if not more so. No one else had used trees or boulders to crush and pulverize the enemy units into a bloody paste. Whenever his shields got low he either used the dead bodies as a shield or nature itself before resuming his attacks.

Just the sheer brutality he showed was enough to make some of the enemy to break and desert the fight. He also showed no signs of tiring as he mowed through whatever was set in front of him. His color was quick to change from black to the color of the aliens blood. Seventeen hours of combative fun! It had been a while since the giant got to cut loose and just slaughter. But the enemy aliens finally receded, either a full retreat or just falling back to regroup.

The other aliens, the one he was sent to check out, convened. Their leaders were talking to each other. "You lot look tired." He said while approaching the group. Their soldiers weren't exactly happy he was there, an unknown giant covered in blood and displaying terrifying amounts of strength. He looked down at them with dully glowing crimson eyes while flicking a piece of alien...something off his chest. "Got a plan? Or are you just going to bicker and question?" He asked, he had noticed these species talked quite a bit. Understandable in combat, you didn't want surprises and communication was key. But maybe they knew something he didn't? He had honestly never interrogated anything, always having the sense of smell to locate where the enemy came from or who specifically did something.