The giant sand beast was yammering on “I am ATOLL the king of the Islands! All of you will bow down before me!”

  At least the beach hasn't been destroyed yet. Bob thought, staring down from the paved parking lot. A lot of people have left. A lot of people are showing up too. Not a bad place for a Tuesday swim.

  The man shaped monster, around 3.5m tall and several thousand pounds, walked up the beach, towards a group of huddling tourists who were trying to hide in a picnic shelter. “You shall be punished for the desecration of the ocean and beaches of the world!”

  A small black woman stood up, anger seeming to flair in her eyes, “Why don't you go after China then? They throw more crap in the ocean than we do!”

  Atoll rocked back on its feet, appalled that a mere human would address it that way. “Because I am here now. China is on my list for next month! Now you shall die!”

  Super Soda-Pop took this opportunity to change into her hero outfit, and flew out from behind the picnic shelter, and screamed “You aren't allowed to be here! This beach is closed to anyone without small children!”

  Again, Atoll was taken aback. Another human dared speak to it in this fashion?!? It swung its fist at the interloper. “You will die in my sandy hand!” It bellowed in rage.

  Bob wished he had (or could eat) some popcorn, humans seem to like it when watching a spectacle like this.

  The fist connected with SSP in a mighty shower of sand. The wind knocked out of her; she flew back into a dune. Then slowly stood up, wheezing, her “Package” delivered.

  Atoll looked at his hand. Was this Meta-human blood? This pink, pulpy liquid? As it soaked into his hand, he could “taste” the pink lemonade. He liked it. “You will all suffer the same fate as that little one!” He bellowed.

  The small woman shook he index finger at Atoll, “Bless your heart.” Atoll shuddered, and then looked around, not understanding what was making him shudder. The woman continued “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You come up on this beach. You interrupt This family gathering? You endanger MY Grand babies? I THINK NOT!”

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  Atoll stepped back, shaken. What was this woman? Why did he suddenly fear her on an instinctual level?

  SSP snapped her fingers.

  Atoll's arm exploded. Thick tendrils of sea weed, sand, and gravel flying everywhere.

  “You're looking at the wrong woman, sandy bottom! Your opponent is over here!” SSP yelled at the creature.

  Atoll snarled in pain and rage. He charged SSP. She somersaulted over his head, kicking him in the ass as she landed. Then darted away.

  Turning, Atoll saw her and charged again, this time stopping a second early so that when SSP tried to jump him again he could grab her with his good arm, while the other re-grew.

  Caught in the over-sized fist, SSP struggled to free herself. The sand, slipping from between her figures, made escape almost impossible. Almost. She triggered the suits simple syrup sprayers, then snapped her fingers.

  The explosion was deafening. She fell to the beach, and looked at what was left of Atoll More than she cared for was left.

  Atoll screamed. The pain and rage now filling his being. He stomped SPP into the sand. Again. And Again.

  Atoll walked slowly, menacingly, towards the older woman. His arms now both regrowing. As he was about to reach her, the cheery voice of the hero called out to him. “You hit like my brother. When he was a BABY!”

  Atoll spun around. And got a kick in his face for the trouble.

  Bob watched in fascination as SSP sprayed and exploded pieces of Atoll all over the beach. The news crew had already shown up, and was broadcasting live coverage of the fight. Time to get to work.

  Bob rolled his van sized body down the beach, towards the family stuck in the picnic shelter. Not that they “needed” his help. He knew who the woman was. He had met her in a dark alley a while back, and she could take care of herself.

  “Search and Rescue Robot MK 3TM-808 at your service, Ma'am. If you would please move yourself and your family group to my passenger cabin, I can get you all to safety”.

  “Well bless your little robot heart! Thank you. I think we will take you up on your most kind and generous offer” the woman replied. “Malcom, get the children in first. Then the rest of us will go.”

  A middle-aged white man got to his feet and started ushering 4 children into Bob's passenger compartment. After that, with a little bit of an uncomfortable squeeze, the rest got in.

  Bob sped up the beach and onto the lot at the top, only stopping once he had passed the police cordon, and popped open to discharge his passengers.

  The older woman stayed behind for a moment to speak, “Thank you Bob. How is your precious thing doing? Any more thefts?”

  “No ma'am. Everything is fine.”

  The woman walked away to join her family.

  Back on the beach, Atoll had been reduced to not much more than a head on half of a torso. Singed bits and pieces of himself strewn around.

  “Puny human, I surrender to your insurmountable strength of explosives. You may take me in” Atoll said in a loud and disappointed voice. All he had wanted was to clean up the beaches and oceans. Was that too much to ask?