And Jim checked his magazine before nodding. "I'll herd the ones that'll go."
He'd make his own judgement on what to do to the ones who wouldn't. He didn't particularly care what he'd do to the ones who wouldn't. And though he worried what it meant about him as a person, he knew he'd enjoy it.
And so he kicked the door open and started his job, the role settling over him like a second skin. It was cold and familiar and comfortable in a way that twisted a part of him that had come slowly undone.
But the first ones who felt his wrath were the ones not so far outside the door - the ones bearing Kryptonite weapons. He gave them one chance to drop their weapons. If they agreed, he nodded toward the inside of the building. Those who didn't...
no subject
He'd make his own judgement on what to do to the ones who wouldn't. He didn't particularly care what he'd do to the ones who wouldn't. And though he worried what it meant about him as a person, he knew he'd enjoy it.
And so he kicked the door open and started his job, the role settling over him like a second skin. It was cold and familiar and comfortable in a way that twisted a part of him that had come slowly undone.
But the first ones who felt his wrath were the ones not so far outside the door - the ones bearing Kryptonite weapons. He gave them one chance to drop their weapons. If they agreed, he nodded toward the inside of the building. Those who didn't...
Fell.