The problem with recognition is that it rapidly drops in a crisis, and the last thing Manabu equates that quirky, well-meaning tinkerer teen with is this amount of blind chaos.
Crisis mode is activated, and the first thing Manabu thinks about when he sees smoke billowing a few streets away is how to get civilians to safety. He shouts people out of their houses along his way toward the source, directing them to districts that are more upwind of whatever's causing th--
Holy crap.
As far as monsters go, this one sticks out. No pulsing pustules, no blood or ooze...just fire and amber and stone. He can only stand and gawk for but a moment before snapping back to action, taking out his pistol and firing a few purposefully off-target shots within the beast's eyeline, hoping to catch its attention before another house can get bashed.
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Crisis mode is activated, and the first thing Manabu thinks about when he sees smoke billowing a few streets away is how to get civilians to safety. He shouts people out of their houses along his way toward the source, directing them to districts that are more upwind of whatever's causing th--
Holy crap.
As far as monsters go, this one sticks out. No pulsing pustules, no blood or ooze...just fire and amber and stone. He can only stand and gawk for but a moment before snapping back to action, taking out his pistol and firing a few purposefully off-target shots within the beast's eyeline, hoping to catch its attention before another house can get bashed.