I continued to roll the ball, nearly head height now.

“But, why?”

The human had a look that I’ve heard described as confusion, but have never seen myself.

Nor do I deign to answer the human. The ball is all that matters.

Now standing atop the rapidly expanding orb, I continue to roll the ball. Underneath my feet, it has begun to collect vehicles in addition to the screaming pedestrians.

The hero seemed to grow…angry—at least, that’s what I think it’s called. “As Defender of the World, I—Iramatak the Blessed—have no choice but to stop you, extra-terrestrial!”

Green light began to emanate from the hero’s hands, and he flew towards the ball.

But the ball was strong. With a scream, Iramatak joined the rest of his kin, crushed beneath the weight of the first building uprooted from the street.

And I continued to roll the ball.