ZARATHUSTRA

Rip and tear

Zarathustra walked forward as he saw the glitches begin to rise out from the rubble before him. He stared. Bored. Uninterested.

He then took one more step. As he did this his back foot shifted to the side a tad. Then he took the step, and got into a running position. However his arms went slack and rested by his sides.

The glitches suddenly charged forward, screaming in fear and terror as they charged to their inevitable deaths.

Zarathustra, however...wanted a little fun.

Zarathustra launched from where he originally crouched. And was now far ahead of the crowd, running faster than a sports car. Behind him, in his dust. The glitches ask plopped to the ground and twitched. Then they all fell apart. Into thick gloppy pieces, and then steam erupted from each pile of black flesh and glitch, as they where blasted across the city from the launch shockwave.

Zarathustra was running like a psychotic animal. Taking large and impossibly quick lunges with each step. The force of each step however didn't seem to be a factor. Whilst his legs where moving and his feet where kicking up rocks and dust, his upper body leaned and slouched forward. His head stared straight ahead with dull golden eyes. Yet his arms where limp at his sides as he ran. Not necessarily flailing behind him but rather loosely relaxed.
It was the way a monster would run.

There glitches charged at him from the side. He simply jerked his head to face them as they all seemingly dissipated in a flash of light. They had been knocked light years into space in a fraction of a second. Zarathustra jerked his head back forward in time to see a glitch reel back her fist and throw it forward. Zarathustra took the hit. It did nothing. The glitches grin instantly vanished from her face. She landed the hit....
But he didn't stop running.

She was trampled instantly. Zarathustra stepped in the side of her knee and it bent 90 degrees, dislocating and breaking the bone. Then he stepped in her chest, as his foot went straight through her body. He pulled this foot out as it was coated in blood and intestines. He then stepped on her skull as she screamed very briefly, before her head instantly broke under the pure force of his foot.

Zarathustra then sped off leaving the trampled corpse far behind him. He saw a cloud of dust and destruction in the air, about five miles due north. Straight ahead of him. He then stopped in the middle of the plaza. As he stopped a huge gush of wind erupted from where he stood in response to his sudden halt of movement.

Glitches then erupted from the ground as Zarathustra stood nonchalantly in the middle of the plaza. Still bored. Still not even trying. Still...restrained.

The glitches charged all at once. But instead of instantly killing them, like he could, he let them come. As soon as they got close they all froze, As if they where caught in an invisible spider web, before getting launched back by xenomovement.

Zarathustra then used xenomovement to stop one glitch and launch her back towards him. Zarathustra put his arm out. As he did the glitch flew limply into it, chest first. This instantly ripped her in half in the blink of an eye. Zarathustra's arm was now red. He then waited. Soon enough the glitches charged forward at him. He glared at them. They all suddenly stopped and slowed down before him. They then screamed as their eyes exploded from their heads. They then screamed in sync.

GLITCH: THERE IS NO GOD. GOD IS DEAD.

They all suddenly began to melt as their heads split open down the middle. Steam came off of their goopy melted body's as their organs then spilled out unharmed. All while the rest of the body erupted in blood. Then it was all ripped to shreds.

Zarathustra stared blankly at the corpses. He then turned.

There she was.

Monika was facing the rest of the city. Giggling to herself in glee at the total destruction that was occurring. Zarathustra's simple goal was to stop her rampage and cease her destruction. However he wanted more..... He had now been standing behind her for a full minute...staring. she was unaware.he had lowered his output of hope. He was practically invisible to all of her senses.

suddenly from his point of view, He could see her as a flesh pile. That's all she was to him. A walking, talking, breathing, living, pile of flesh and bones.

With this thought, a deep voice rumbled through his consciousness. And it proclaimed.

"Correct her"