"They say, 'If you have nothing, what do you have to lose?' Yet if a man has the seat of god, what does he have to fear now." Being me is interesting. Shunned as a freak from humanity, exiled from the heavens and too dark for the demons. So i asked myself where could i go? What can i do? Simple. Make my own little place and live peacefully there."
The feet of the mpb move slightly closer with each strike of lightning. Their guns and swords extended in a circle all pointing to one man. Each crack of lightning meant another advance, yet with each crack he stood firmly still, head down taking deep breaths.
"So yes, i took the seat of god. I walked upstairs cutting down anything that stood in my way and sat upon the throne, yet, nothing happened. No power, no feeling of more strength. Did i do all this for nothing again? I'd just pissed off the entire heaven for nothing, oh and it also allowed the demons to rise up in the moment of confusion."
Closing in, each weapon pointed at this man in the middle. 10 meters, 8, 7, 4 meters and closing in. No one was saying anything just each strike of lightning showing the movement and each crack signalling to move closer.
"I got chased out, they sent everything at me and i only just managed to make it out alive. The moment i got back to earth, huh, well that was more fun as demons were running amock. Yet those blasted angels following me decided to just jump right in and start swinging there great bloody swords about and so we stand here in the midst of it all with these assholes pointing there shit at the wrong person."
Without the thunder and lightning the road was pitch black, just the reflections of the fires in the distance dancing off all the metal surrounding the man. He stood, still without any movement, in the middle with all the business ends pointed directly at him only 1 meter away now.
"Mortals. They think guns can solve everything. Pointing those dirty objects at me, i should tell 'em they have the wrong person but they wouldn't listen regardless. Only 1 meter away now, these fools don't seem to know who I am at all. As for the ones with the swords, i hope they know how to use them."
Another crack and with that they were arms length away, 30 or so, all pointing at the same man. The light faded from the lightning. The man in the middle, head still down, rolled his shoulders and then jerked his arms down.
"DON'T MOVE!" One shouted from the mob.
"I do suggest, you, all, run." he spoke in a deep rusty voice.
"NOW!" Another of the mob shouted and with this the circle erupted in gun fire bangs. The ones with the swords started to roll there shoulders, dragging there swords in long over head swings.
The man in the middle launched to the floor and started to spin around, the jerk of his arms had loosened two arm blades and with the spinning they extended out his coat and started to cut the circle. The gun fire started to slow, or seemed too, there was just less people to shoot. The ones at the back, all they got was a short stab from the tip of the blades in the throat, all as the man span and stood back up. With one final rotation he stopped back in his starting pose, jerking his arms again the blades retracted. Simultaneously the entire company of men dropped to the floor, some falling into bits others folding in on themselves.
"Mortals. Huh, they lived up to that name."
As the last in the mob dropped, their blood dripped from the blades down his hands. He steps over the meat taking out a cigar. He lit it on the fires as he walked away from his work.
