Shit. Shit. This is not what Hajime had wanted to happen, this is the last thing he wanted to happen. Things hadn't just gone wrong, they'd gone spectacularly wrong.

He'd run, but he doesn't want to take his eyes off of it. Not yet.

...and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to at least try to fight it. He was a destroyer, he can do some damage. He's taken a guard position, and he's painfully aware he should probably transform into something a little sturdier right now. "...Hello."