After Sonic left, Blue Fire expressed his feelings for the just announced situation.
Blue Fire: that's what's going on here? We're asking criminals for help? Has the Association approved of this?
Sitch: it has! Right now, a crisis has begun for mankind that we cannot overcome unless we unite as one. Our current heroes: 309 Class C, 102 Class B, 38 Class A and 17 Class S, are clearly not enough! No one expects you to work for free. We will duly compensate you... for every monster you defeat!
Loincloth: what a crock! That's a complete waste of cash. You can't count on trash like this when things go south.
Criminal:<jumps next to him> and you're so high and mighty? I've killed more people than you met. Wanna try me?
Loincloth just casually punches the criminal and knocks him out cold.
Loincloth: these wimps...have no heart?!
Sitch: b-but-
???: well now, look at this! She's good-her prophecy's spot on. She knew a God-level threat like no one had ever seen was coming. That old meathead's right. All these nobodies put together couldn't take me down.
Sitch: hah? Who are you?
Garou: Name's Garou.
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Garou- self claimed Human Monster. Martial Artist.
Garou: I've busted tons of martial arts dojo's and you could say I've got a thing for monsters. Now what's the hold up? All of you, come at me. Let's find out who's strongest. You see, that's what I came for!
Sitch: stop this foolishness.
Garou: foolishness?
Sitch: we don't need you. Get lost.
Garou: that how you treat a guest, Mister Big shot of Justice? Hell, you've made up my mind. To each and every coward here I'm gonna meet out some evil. A little slaughter party!
Sitch: you three, there's a job for you. Toss him out.
Magic man: with pleasure. Magic man attacked first but before he could do anything, Garou had already beaten him and was now holding him by his collar as he was bleeding from his mouth. Heavy Tank Loincloth then tried to punch Garou but Garou moved out of the way.
Garou: well, gramps? You forget to put some "heart" behind your punch? Loincloth's arm was now broken as it looked like a spring.
Garou: with or without that bullcrap, the strong... <punches Loincloth away> are strong! Old fart.
Criminal: whoa! Not bad! Yeah! That's how you do it!
