Meta remained, calm, unmoving. Although, under the mask his eye twitched. The good part of him switched off, and then. The wind blurred as Meta became but a blur. The force propelled him into a rage, in but a second his hand grabbed the wrist of the man in front of his holding Felicia, in one mighty clench the wrist was broken, shattered and crushed. Next came the other hand, the one searching Felicia's body. He pulled it off her and knocked her back a few steps, taking the mans hand in both of his own massive hands, he twisted and pulled the arm right out of its socket. Then his knee into the mans upper leg, permanently putting him down. Then, using the force he dashed into them, they charged his carrying bats and crowbars, the crowbar hit against his wrist, bouncing off he grabbed it, yanking it from the hand of the thug, dropping it he brought up his fist into his skull, another charging him at that moment, the thugs fists raised he ran at Meta, the third thug bring up a bat from a swing. It broke on contact with Metas arm as he swerved around the second thug, grabbing his face and slamming violently into the wall of the alley, the final thug whimpered as he tried to run, and Meta took his Glaive from his belt, extending the blades he cut the man right up the chest, through bone and organ. His body spiralled and landed on the ground in a pool of blood. The thug that had originally gripped Felicia however was still alive. His eyes wide with terror. He whimpered trying to batter away Meta's arm as it clenched his shirt. Lifting his into the air, with one massive thud from the other his hand latched onto his face. Crushing it and paralysing the man by the neck. He dropped his body, then stabbed his with his own knife. He was going to lie there helpless and bleed out, he deserved it.
Meta stood over him, his inner anger had come to surface. Meta had killed those men, and he had liked it too. "Felicia..."
@[member="Felicia Tannul"]
