State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
She stepped forth for a moment, slipping all of a sudden when what seemed to be a strand of grass flashed past the position where her head had been, coincidentally missing her.
Alarmed, Xuna brought out her grappling hook, using the rope to create a shield while brining out her gun using the other hand, aiming at the entity behind her to spray a volley of bullets.
Only then did she notice that the entity resembled a grasshopper, a three-metre-tall grasshopper with thin blades for hands, possessing three pairs even. Its entire body seemed fragile at first glance, entirely made of grass.
But upon seeing the shallow wounds her bullets made, Xuna was shocked, spraying the bullets all across its body to see that despite the injuries, it was alright.
She hurriedly switched her gun to a canon form, unleashing a canon ball that exploded upon contact, splattering the grasshopper's body. Only then did it stop being a threat.