Battle of Calgary II

Amidst the fallen bodies, Draven stood, his armor splattered with the blood of those who had threatened the city. The soldiers and civilians who had witnessed his devastating display of power reacted with a mix of fear, shock, and awe.

"He's... he's a monster!" whispered a trembling civilian, clutching her child tightly.

"No, he's the devil himself!" hissed another, wide-eyed and pale.

In hushed tones, some whispered among themselves, debating his actions. "They deserved it" one said, struggling to comprehend the brutality of the battle.

"He saved us," a voice chimed in, breaking through the uncertainty. "The pirates were worse. He's a savior!"

The conflicting opinions swirled around Draven, a cacophony of fear, admiration, and disbelief. 

Suddenly, a red beam of light sliced through the air, striking Draven squarely in the chest. The searing laser beam sent him hurtling through the sky, crashing into a pile of rubble.