Fair.

The palace elite guard lined up 200 strong, energy weapons primed and ready. They faced off their target in the snow.

Zephyr walked towards them. “So Polot finally decided my number was up hey?”

“Zee, why are the president’s personal guard coming for you?”

Zephyr pulled out a fresh cigarette “Isn’t it obvious?” he lit it up, “He wants me dead.”

“Zephyr Zee, you are hereby under arrest by order of the presidency, surrender now or we will use lethal force.” The megaphone voice echoed across the field.

“You were right to not trust your family back then zephyr.” Deborah smiled

“Shut your face bitch, I’m busy right now.”

Deborah walked before Zephyr and placed her hand on his cheek “Rage for me my beast, kill them all.”

She faded and zephyr stepped forward, pulling out twin machine guns.

“This is your final warning Zephyr, drop your weapons!”

“LIKE HELL I WILL ASSHOLES!”

Zephyr ran full speed towards the soldiers and opened fire. The air around him was alight with lasers, all threading each other trying to hit him but he was too agile, he jumped, slid and flipped through the obstacle course and sometimes even used the reflective side of his ammo clips to deflect a laser and clear a path.

He was a blur of black weaving through bright flashes and leaving a cloud of snow kicked up behind him, rapid and wild he was amongst the guard in a matter of seconds, emptying his guns into their heads and chests at point blank range and picking them up throwing them at each other just for variety. A wild smile across his face the whole time.

When all the powder settled again he was stood amongst the bodies of 200 men, a cigarette in his smile-stretched mouth.