Snapping a part guns was fun. Snapping apart gone only to recombine them into his own hands as an even BIGGER gun was a delight only known to him. It was strangely cathartic to watch these nameless grunts file down the narrow hallways towards him only to have them fall back as soon as his took apart their weapons and made them into large, angry, impractical guns in his hands.
He only fired warning shots as they ran away. He was still a hero, after all, and killing was not something he would ever be comfortable with no matter the circumstance.
It was nice to cut loose like this. Break everything that he could on the way out. Free other poor souls from their little cells as passed. Most were teenagers, he found. He’d call for them to fall behind him but they would run at the sight of him. He was too powerful, he supposed…too dangerous to ally with after all they had been through. He might be worst than what they sought to escape.
That’s what he told himself.
He was in a higher cell block and had just chased off another small troop of goons when a voice, startlingly familiar, called to him from one of the broken cells. “Tino?”
The small man whipped around, smiling broadly and bursting a fresh blister with motion. “Jani!”