His eyes felt the size of dinner plates as it towered over them. At least a hundred and fifty meters of insane, solid gold Dragon, standing on two legs. Its wings spread across entire city blocks as it stood between the hospital and Godzilla.

The MUTO behind the hospital let out a pitiable roar as it tried to crawl away, but the king of monsters' eyes were no longer upon it. Something flashed in them. Recognition of an ancient past jolted the beast awake and it roared, the sound shattering windows and forcing the soldiers further down behind the tipped vehicle.

Then the return, booming, shuddering roar, that even though they couldn't see him could only mean one thing. The King was charging. They had to move, they'd be right in the impact zone. How could anything, even a beast of this size, stop sixty thousand tons of charging behemoth? It was impossible.

In response the dragon spread its wings and there was a strange high-pitched ululating whine. It was almost like a child's memory of flying saucers and… something… something no one could put their finger on.

He put his hand to the car, about to push off when something glaringly wrong stared him in the face. The car moved under the simple pressure of his palm. With eyes no less wide than before, and as the other soldiers began getting up and calling to him, he put both hands to the car's frame and with a slight effort a ton and a half of metal moved upwards. He gasped and let it drop to the ground. The car landed lightly on its wheels while Martins called out from the crowd, his leap having rammed him into a nearby wall.

That wasn't possible. That couldn't be happening. With a glance up another thought struck him. If a car now weighed nothing more than a feather then, by comparison, how much would that thing weigh?

"Wait…" he started, but never got a chance to finish.

With a flick of its legs and one powerful beat of those mighty pinions the dragon took off towards Godzilla as if it weighed nothing, for maybe it did. The three block distance between them suddenly becoming all too short as the titans closed upon one another.

Gazing upon the video monitor at the base, his Japanese competitor standing beside him, and looking back and forth from scientist to screen, the stubborn one just gasped in horrified agony.

"No, not again… not another Ghidorah…"

In a combined rate that ate up ground at a worrying speed the pair of monsters closed. The King furrowed his brow, thrust forward his arms and leaned into the charge, determined to get the most possible weight on the collision. The dragon, his wings and arms spread as he charged, making him look like the far larger of the two, had a different idea. Shifting its massive shoulders it caught one clawed foot on the ground. Its spread wings shifted and filled as if by some impossible wind. Then with a grace impossible in such a creature it sidestepped out of Godzilla's way in mid charge.

The brains of every scientist in the control room broke, badly.

The size difference between the two became more obvious as Godzilla, for a moment, stood in the dragon's shadow. The King came up just to the dragon's shoulders, or maybe a hair above. One eye turned toward the golden dragon, there was nothing Godzilla could do but try to understand, no counter he could call on so quickly as his foe reached out to him with its clawed hands, grabbing him while its massive wings all but tented the saurian juggernaut.

On the ground something struck the soldier as the car regained it's weight and bounced fitfully in front of him. He'd never seen a monster move like that. Not the speed, not the agility, but the precision. That was no beast. That thing moved like a human. He even recognized the technique.

"It's going to throw!" he shouted, pulling his nearest fellows with him, "Get DOWN!"

The group cowered in the gigantic new shadow passing over them. The children in the hospital rooms, still unable to be rescued, screamed with glee. Godzilla's eyes went wide as something that never should have happened, never should have been possible, became reality… and he cleared them all by a wide margin, landing almost a mile further out into the city with a sound like all the hammers of Asgard smashing down at once.

No one noticed, somewhere further beyond the city, in the far valley, the wounded MUTO screaming and thrashing as a viscous red fluid climbed its torso and reduced it to nothing but steam and goop.