[b][u]January 1, 8:02 PM

Midtown Metropolis[/u][/b]

When it was still somewhat focused and determined, Preston knew it was better to lay down some suppressive fire to distract the creature instead of doing anything large and drastic to disrupt the other heroes working on taking down the monster. If he were to have walled it in while someone else was preparing an attack, Preston couldn't predict the outcome of two or more heroes getting in each others way. It was best he stay behind and let them take the lead. This was their planet, after all.

But his opinion began to change when one of them cast what could only be described as magic, and sent the monster into a blind rage. Obviously it hurt the creature enough for this to happen, but there was no telling where the fight was go from here. It's movements were erratic, violent, and even more determined than before to bring the city to ruin. 

[color=00a651]"I'm going to box it in!"[/color] Or at the very least he was going to try. A massive creature that size would need a hell of a box to contain it, and Preston doubted his own abilities to make a construct that big and to be able to hold it. 

Now that he was thinking of other heroes, where was Saraka? He said he was here to help and protect Preston, and this was absolutely a situation where any help was welcome. Surely the shark-wolf wouldn't have just gone on his own in the few hours that Preston had been using the train and watch movies, so where was he?

There was no time to think about that. Preston swooped down closer to the Hydra, his ring pointed forward. Doubts or not, this was what he had to do, he had to at least try, and if Saraka wasn't here, then oh well. Preston would still get the glory of the battle. 

From the ring shot forth a beam of emerald green light, which spread far and wide to try to capture the writhing mess of tendrils and heads. He clenched his teeth, his resolve steeling more with each passing moment. He wouldn't allow this creature to harm earth!