Holding open and standing in the glass-windowed doorway, you step out a couple steps and look around, unsure which way you should be looking. Then you see it, taking in the sight in short seconds. Far in the distance, a white-mountain of a shrub. It was tall enough to peer over two-story buildings-- three-story when it wipes out the top floor with its giant arm, as it was currently demonstrating. You can't tell what its made of by sight alone, simply being white, with yellow plating on its front and wrists, with black lines sporadically crawling across its legs and arms. The shoulders of this living behemoth is covered in vibrant, bushy flora and fauna, literally shrubs.

Your ear twitches, and you're briefly aware of a charged up beam of energy flying towards you. You take two bounding steps into the street in reflex before you register what's happening.

An explosion. You fly. You stop. Violent and sudden.