You Don't Deserve Lord's Grace!
Goten Whiteskins turned towards Ranae, who had sprinted to the end of the hall.
"Hey girl, don't run like that!" Goten Whiteskins licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're supposed to join my presently empty collection!"
A team of guards burst into the hall, weapons trained on him.
"Who are you?!"
"Get on your knees, or don't blame us!"
Goten Whiteskins stepped forward, ignoring their warnings.
The head guard signaled, and they opened fire.
BANG
Bullets, laser beams, and energy rays hurtled towards him, intent on tearing the intruder to pieces.
Goten Whiteskins's skin deformed and twisted impossibly. Despite the onslaught of attacks, he dodged every shot with minimal movement, swaying just enough to evade the deadly barrage.
A mutant guard appeared behind him, launching a sneak attack with a forceful wave.
BOOM