Looking around at all the faces guarding him, Voltage tried to ignore the pain still burning in his left hand. The crushing force of Alex's shoe pinning his hand on his swordguard were causing the pain to reach their peak, making his fingers and palm feel numb.
Trying not to shed any tears, Voltage almost missed the final parts of Enapay's speech against him. "...Not exactly some superhero, here. The current threat is neutralized, so I'll rest easy for the next few hours."
Had he really gone down this easily? He was able to black out a number of blocks, yet this misfit group took him down to such a level? "No. This was seven against one. That's why this..." Voltage then began to fume silently. What was he doing? He, a being who had shown his powers to all his comrades, who could wield electricity and a sword so well, was letting them give them a chance to interrogate him? "No. I refuse to let you."
"OK. I need someone to cover his eyes with something, and make it tight."
As he thought that, he concentrated enough of his electrical powers into his dermis to make the smell of ozone fill the nearby air. They would not be cocky towards him. He was retaking command, whether he died trying or not.
"Is that ozone?" Alex asked suddenly.
Without a single word, Voltage yelled out when he heard that question and at once came a sharp loud 'boom' from the bubble of electrical current that grew from his body. The force blew all of the Omegas near him away by about five feet, some of them twitching on the ground as they landed.
The gas tank that Alex had been so cheerful about earlier caught a spark as it flew away from Marcus, igniting as it came close to hitting the ground. The impact caused the plastic container to crack, leaking more gas into the street and the now growing fire. He wanted to do something to stop it, but his body was tingling from head to foot.
As Voltage stood up, he didn't bother rubbing his hand. He had had enough of this. Raising his one good hand to the sky and his focus on Enapay, he could feel his powers coming to an apex. Before, he had only struck dirt and earth to make a statement; now he had a target, and nearly on command, a bolt of lightning streaked from the sky, striking Enapay in the head. The force conducted to the ground through his body, blowing large chunks of dirt sky high as a result, forming a crater under his feet.
The strike was quick, but brutal; exactly as he wanted. The Omega was down, but likely not entirely. He knew lightning strikes like what he could generate wouldn't be enough to take someone out. His sword was for that.
As the rumbling from the strike subsided, Voltage started running, taking his katana by the hilt and drawing the blade effortlessly. As he closed the gap between he and Enapay, his weapon in both his hands, he began to yell, his tone full of bloodlust like a battle scarred samurai. Then, the strike came.
With a single quick motion, the point of the blade entered the Omega's chest from the spine, jutting out the sternum with a 'shink'. For a time, neither of them moved. Voltage was fuming, panting, wanting to draw more of his power to end this. His body sparked from his emotions mixing with his natural electrical powers. He hadn't done this in so long; the feeling was addicting, and satisfying. Yet, like any addict, he wanted more.
Yanking on the handle of the blade, he drew it from Enapay's chest, blood streaking in a fine rope as he did so. Now, with one hand on the blade, he swung his sword in a horizontal arc to his left. With the impact, the blade's edge cleaved the Omega's neck, severing his head, and the two parts fell into the artificial crater below. With a snarl, Voltage was now swimming in the old feeling of ecstasy.
When Alex watched the event take place, his blood ran cold and he felt drained of life. He was shaking, numb, frightened, everything a man would be after seeing someone murdered in such a manner. "No." He said weakly as he tried to force himself up. "No, no, no, NO!" His emotions then whip-lashed to anguish as he fell back down due to his feelings of numbness.
"Do you see?" Voltage said, his tone still overflowing with bloodlust. He readied his katana, his body still sparking. "This...is what awaits you. Death at our hands, and the many who wish our ways to take root in the world."
