Moonie Iramasha did not know what a jet firing up sounded like.
But he did know what noise flame made as it pushed out around a surface.
His entire body was bent over backward, his arms and legs pointed away from the direction he was descending. Gravity was having its way, but something was off.
Maybe it was that small smile on the man's mouth.
His descending form was close enough to a civilization with meteorological proficiency to be able to tell that this man's rate of descent was unnatural.
He was moving faster than terminal velocity for Earth's gravity.
If one looked closely at his body, they could see wisps of purple darting between the flames. The flames had done away with the majority of clothing, leaving only the pants that he wore.
The full moon shone on a beach on the shores of Vietnam. A mostly peaceful community, a settlement near where the jungle met the sea. One of its citizen pointed up at the sky with an exclamation, the blazing comet that was approaching having finally come into sight. But that was not what had alerted them; it was the way the ocean had begun to pool, rising up into the sky, the water physically dragging itself toward the heavens. "Ca…Hahahaha….!"
The man's eyes opened wide, his body increasing in speed once again.
The ground shattered.
Those structures made of weaker materials near the point of impact were blown away. The water was blown about by the sheer force of the impact. The beach itself receded several meters. People began to evacuate, the sound of sirens and alarms going off.
Then, the ocean pushed back. Waves crashing down, right onto the edge of the newly formed crater. It possessed a kind of ferocity to it, as more and more water pushed itself into the hole.
By this time, however, the creator of the devastation was floating through the sky above it, his blonde hair flailing about in every direction as his ringed eyes examined the effects of his descent. "Voi…"
The animalistic noise escaped his throat, his body unnaturally floating its way back to the ground. "Caha…. Mm?"
His oncoming fit of laughter was interrupted. The man's bare feet pressed onto the edge of the beach, into the long plants that grew through the sand. His red ringed eyes scanned the area, trying to find the creature he had felt. The muscles in his arms tensed, drawing out to either side of his body, open palms facing the sky. A part of his back had fallen out like a shard of broken stone, impacting the sand below. Black blood oozed from the wound. His throat seized up, his teeth separating as a noise emerged from him that drowned out the sirens. A roar of challenge, a call of bloodlust.