The Birth of a Leader - Part 10

"What separates me from baser filth like yourselves? Likely my pure heart. I'm far too good to people, after all. Far, far too good… That's why, even now, I hesitate to reduce you to mere atomic scraps of flesh… But your eyes continue to wander, and a good man must still stand up for himself, and bark at obvious signs of disrespect."

Another man exploded. Beam clenched his fist. He could hear the creak of leather about the hilt of his sword. Those that stood next to him could feel his wrath, stronger than they'd ever felt it before. But even as they felt it, they knew they could not look at him. They felt the knife of death permanently at their throats, and cold sweat trailed down their backs at such a realization.