Termination
As everyone turned in their seats to see the guards, Cinder folded his hands behind him and ended with, "Be sure to make it clean." And watched as the guard's laser sights picked targets.
The boards collapsed in splinters onto the concrete, taking the full force of Kane's weight. He didn't ram it; he jumped horizontally into it, both feet first. He still landed full height and with perfect balance. There was one guard, and, from his eyes, he saw a seven-foot-tall black figure against the light of the outside shining inward like heavenly light.
"What the hell-, That was all he got out before getting socked in the chin and falling unconscious. Kane drew his gun and stalked quickly down the hallway, Leon close behind. Then shots were heard; only a few, but there were cries attached to that noise. Kane stopped being cautious and sprinted down the winding corridors, Leon lunging to keep up.
The sharpshooters hadn't picked off anyone yet on their now elevated platform, but they were done playing. They locked crosshairs on Jeremy. Two ground troops drew longswords, one of them grabbing an elderly man by the shirt and shoving him against the wall. He raised his sword above his head for one decisive blow and- Twang!
The sword flew the air and stuck in the concrete below, it stayed there. While holding his stinging hand, the guard looked up into the smoking barrel of Kane's high-velocity pistol. The other guard whirled, swinging sword, and charged at Kane.
Kane was faster, much faster. He jumped six feet in the air and executed a diagonal roundhouse kick, connecting with the soldier square in his chin. He landed on one foot just as a third guard was slashing at him. Kane performed a side flip over the man's head. When he landed, he put all the force into his elbow and imbedded it into the man's back. Well, he'll be walking funny for awhile, Kane thought.
Cinder grinned amusingly at the battle ensuing, Oh, well, I'll just have to kill him too.
Leon entered the room breathless. The first thing he noticed was the crosshairs on Jeremy's back. His breath came back instantly, and an inner strength of some kind he'd never felt before. He didn't care. A folding chair was nearby, he grabbed it, folded it, held the legs, and heaved it into the air, using that inner strength. It spun like a Frisbee, and downed six guys on the platform. The crosshairs disappeared.
Meanwhile, Kane was clearing everyone out. Cinder stopped grinning when nearly half the rebels were safe. He grabbed Kane by the shoulder and was delivered a right jab in the jaw.
Cinder stumbled backward into the left podium, shaking it. Kane wasted no time and charged up to him, hitting three times in the stomach and one upper cut in the chin. The podium fell into pieces, Cinder close behind.
Everyone was clear except Mortar, Jeremy, Leon, and Kane. There were still two sharpshooters left on the platform. Mortar was cowering in a corner while Jeremy tried to stir him enough to get him out of there. Leon was chucking chairs at the platform, only succeeding in stalling the gunman's aim. Kane was in battle position, more like street fighting, glaring at Cinder.
Cinder was doing something peculiar, he was trembling, but not in fear. Sweat was running like a river down his face, running off nose onto the floor. As the trembling grew more intense, Cinder suddenly began screaming at the top of his lungs, grabbing the attention of even the sharpshooters, who after a few seconds ran for their lives.
Then, without warning, wings sprouted from underneath Cinder's clothes. The sweat stopped, the trembling and yelling didn't. He looked as if he was set on fire, or at least surrounded by it, like it was a part of him.
Finally Cinder was silent. He spread his wings began to float overhead. He bellowed a deep and triumphant laugh as the heroes stared with disbelief up at him.
"Hi." Cinder said, and then chuckled at himself. His hands became orbs of fire and he shot the floor on either side of Kane.
Kane wasn't at all impressed, or so it seemed, since you couldn't tell if his mouth was gaping or not. He set his pistol to rapid fire.
"Get the two kids out of here, I'll handle this." He murmured. Leon did what he was told, but as he rushed toward them, a wall of fire separated he from his brother.
"The "children" stay and as for-
Blam!
Cinder's head snapped back as the charge hit him square in the forehead. Kane turned away from his target and screamed, "Now! Go now!"
Jeremy, after grabbing Mortar's hand, barreled toward the door. The two "kids" escaped. Leon was debating whether or not to follow; he finally decided against it and took cover behind a podium. Cinder was recovering, a little dazed but not enough to hinder his strength. He blocked the second shot for his eye with his hand, his palm was left smoking, but no damage was inflicted.
All of Cinder's attention and attacks were now focused on Kane, whom had gotten the idea pretty quickly that this would be a difficult enemy. He latched his left arm grappling hook to the highest far right corner of the room; it stuck in the wall and tightened. Cinder began to volley shots across the floor as Kane began to run. He took about three steps before he went horizontal and ran across the wall.
Kane was picking up speed; when he was on the far right wall, he leapt, tightening and taking slack, and swung high across the room straight at Cinder. The officer hit the monster with both feet, all the weight pummeling into Cinder's gut. As the creature flew against the wall, Kane landed and immediately began firing all his rounds into the abomination. They hardly fazed him; he flew to the ground, shaking the floor.
Kane holstered his pistol and went into street fighting position no sooner than Cinder took his first swipe. Kane ducked, jumped the second swipe and simultaneously kicking Cinder in the chest and latching his right grapple to the wall, swinging off and away from the stage to dodge the third swipe. He had hardly broken a sweat, Cinder was very frustrated. Kane didn't bother bringing out his pistol again, he awaited Cinder's next move.
Spreading his wings, Cinder swooped down from the stage, ramming the unsuspecting Kane with the force of six bulls. Both of them crashed against the back wall, but as they slid to the ground, Kane brought his knee smashing into Cinder's nose, then completing the kick by thrusting his toe into his opponents neck. This was supposed to disable an assailant, it didn't disable him.
Cinder back-flipped up to his feet and stood full height, muscles bulging. He stared at Kane for a time, grinning slyly...