Divine showcase
Duncan stood motionless, his eyes scanning the rooftop. From the corner of his vision, he spotted movement—Reggie approaching stealthily from behind, Randal circling to the left, and Blake squaring up for a frontal assault.
'Even after this much punishment they choose to still come back again. Perhaps I underestimated them. Their grit is admirable. But then again, I have barely scratched the surface of my power. Perhaps, perhaps that's what gives them hope, perhaps -'
He paused, assessing the running patterns of the Knight's and Blake. 'It's time I show them why I am a god,'
At that moment, all three attackers had closed in on him.
'How predictable,' Duncan thought, a hint of disdain curling his lip.
Blake was the first to strike. "Die!!!" he roared, a red spear materializing in his hand. He hurled it with all his might, the air whistling as it cut through.