For this alien, today might have been the worst day of their life, and likely their last. They were being chased by an undead and mindless hog.

You bless suffering and pain on whoever brought it back to life.

There were a few directions to flee.

There was towards the Abrahamic Corporation, the clockworks there might take pity.

The notail base, where surely the notails would find issue with this monster.

And then there was the city of Lo'aith..... Yes, it was a danger to bring a monster into a city with no armed police force, but a mind in a panic is not a rational one.

The G-Class escaped to Lo'aith. Maybe the tourist didn't know about the lack of guards, but as the people of Lo'aith saw IT. They fled. Running into their houses and locking their doors.

One guard runs towards a dusty box. Pressing the button within. Trumpets rang out. It was not a typical alarm system......
Except. Whatever they were calling, did not listen to their cries for help.
They cursed and attempted to sneak away, leaving the notail to fend for themselves.

The G-Class found a few places to hide.

There was a ladder to a roof, surely it cannot climb?

A store whose doors were still open.

And there was behind a Q-class notail, who seemed unbothered by the event as she took notes. Every notail knows that an unbothered Q-class is one in control of the situation!

In a fright, the G-class doesn't think clearly, valuing social values more than life. The G-Class climbs up the ladder, hoping for safety on the roof. The sound of trumpets is deafing.

There's not much on the roof, other than a fluskal eating... a hamburger.... a bit of a mood ruiner.

The G-Class accidently slaps the fluskal. The fluskal is enraged and attacks!

The fluskal pins the notail to the floor, as it begins to snarl and bite into her.

The fluskal lunges at the anomaly! It's a clash!

The hog anomaly slaps the fluskal to the side. Hamburger fillings litter the rooftop. The notail has no escape with the ladder blocked.

There's nowhere to roll.... she's pinned between two air conditioning units...

THE G-CLASS IS DEAD.

With no armaments of his own, Satan grabs a rod left on the roof and attacks with it.

He is empowered by the sound of the trumpets!

IT'S A CLASH!

Willow grabs the fluskal and stumbles backwards off the roof.

Willow hits the floor with a sickening crunch.