CHAPTER 2
You catch the air.
Two, no, four bodies! The albino sheriff aims his gun at the crowd.
"Is so little gold worth so much? Or is it principle! Come, craven, face the fire!"
A bullish man charges but falls limp almost instantly...all now filled with bleeding holes of flame.
The sheriff replaces the bullets in his gun.
"Know now and know instantly! That this!" he cocks the gun up in the air "Is the result of the Gods looking over mankind with glee! But know this and know instantly! That union will not allow heresy..."
"Then...why do you save that scoundrel and kill your fellow man?" shouts the bartender
The sheriff steps over the bodies of the deceased. He kicks the hand of the 'jackal' away.
"They are not my fellow men...they respect not the Law! Understand, cravens, that the Gods gift unto us will and creativity! But only us deemed demigods harness the messianic power of lawful execution! What you have done here is against the will of Tempest and Tetanus both! You will have no word here."
Demigod? Messiah?
"I would rather dine with him, craven as he is, than your lot, who kill not in the image of Gods but in the image of money and greed!"
A man that has been quiet since now speaks up. His shadowy cloak bellows and he takes his feet off the table.
His face is revealed upon the light: "You're insane! Take his gun and shovel him to the rats!" he shouts as he draws a scimitar of deadly gleam.
It is now that you gather the strength to wake. You grab your axe and lift it above your head.
A man charges at you but you split him in half! The floor cracks and dust and blood threaten the cowards of the crowd.
"The giant wakes!" "Net him!" "No, just kill him!" "Idiots!" they say. You see the hooded man float silently across...
A shadow sweeps across the edge of the blade; it is divided like a river! Then it is painted red, blood spills from the shoulder of the albino! His gun flies as he croaks in pain.
You cleave, but the blades meet! It is so that the scimitar is shattered! Your force sends your axe reeling to the other side, breaking a table.
The man reels.
"Grab his gun and shoot him already!" shouts a man with a spiky helmet amongst the crowd. A man with the face of a dog looks at you.