Scavengers

"Food? Fighter?" Caesar mumbled, disoriented and uncertain of his surroundings. The hostility emanating from the scavengers before him left him little time to process.

Without warning, a scavenger lunged, weapon raised, aiming to strike Caesar. In a flash, an electric arc enveloped him, crackling with energy. Undeterred, the scavengers closed in, intent on subduing him with their weapons.

As the energy weapon discharged, it shattered. Meanwhile, the electric continued to assault Caesar with a feeble electric current, attempting to render him unconscious.

Gripping the electric arc firmly in both hands, Caesar's eyes sparked with determination. With a swift motion, he tore it apart. "Is that all? You think you can trap an Asgardian?" he scoffed, tapping into his Aesir heritage and awakening divine power.

In the vast expanse of the universe, most firearms posed little threat to Caesar, let alone a simple electrical arc. The scavengers, momentarily startled by Caesar's display of power, hesitated, unsure of their next move.

"Get him!"

"We need more food!"

"Fuck off," Caesar's voice cut through the chaos, dripping with disdain as he swiftly defended himself against the scavengers' relentless assault.

With each move, Caesar displayed a mastery of combat, striking down his attackers with calculated precision. His fists and feet moved like lightning, a symphony of strength and agility as he faced down his adversaries.

Even amidst the chaos, Caesar remained resolute, his unwavering determination shining through as he confronted his foes head-on.

"Take him down, aim for the head!"

"We're running low on food."

As Caesar mercilessly dispatched the Quartet, some of the scavengers hesitated, witnessing the brutal display, while others scrambled to consume whatever they could scavenge.

Scar, the apparent leader among them, downed a swig of something potent, gripped his weapons tightly, and unleashed a relentless barrage of gunfire at Caesar.

Energy beams streaked through the air, shattering scavengers unfortunate enough to still be in Caesar's vicinity, unable to escape in time.

Despite Caesar's resilience, the relentless assault forced him to shield his eyes and retreat.

"These weapons are useless against him!"

"Dammit, what kind of godforsaken creature is he?"

"Keep firing! Don't let up until he's down for good!"

The scavengers, realizing their firearms were ineffective, erupted into a frenzied panic.

But under the leadership's guidance, they didn't scatter. They knew all too well that in this desolate wasteland, unity was their only chance at survival.

"This is a bloody waste. Selling him off to a grandmaster as a fighter could fetch us at least a million."

The leader's eyes narrowed as he assessed Caesar, his frustration evident but his determination unyielding.

Despite their efforts, they couldn't bring down Caesar with sheer firepower alone. Their only hope was to outwit him, to find a weakness in his formidable defenses.

Caught off guard, Caesar stumbled backward, his mind racing as he scanned the chaotic scene for an opportunity. Spotting a defective energy cannon amidst the scavengers and a heap of garbage behind him, Caesar knew he had to act fast.

As the onslaught of attacks rained down upon him, Caesar's mind raced, seeking a strategy to outmaneuver the scavengers and emerge victorious.

But dodging the barrage wasn't his style, nor was diving into the refuse below. Caesar needed a cunning plan to deal with these scavengers.

"Can't say I'm a fan of these energy beams," Caesar muttered to himself, assessing the situation.

With lightning reflexes, he intercepted the high-energy particle beam with his arms, scattering it in a mesmerizing display of deflection.

In a moment of inspiration, Caesar tapped into the power of the sun, unleashing a radiant burst of light that enveloped his form entirely.

"Behold!" Caesar declared triumphantly as a formidable energy gathered, descending from the sky - Solar Flare.

The scavengers faltered, amidst the chaos, the solar beams found their marks, decimating the scavengers. Despite a few grazing hits, Caesar pressed forward undeterred.

As the surviving scavengers ceased their fire, realizing the futility against Caesar's radiant power, they scrambled to shield their eyes and flee.

Knowing the terrain well, they aimed to evade through the garbage dumps and find refuge in the towering heap, their typical sanctuary.

Yet, Caesar's relentless pursuit and the scattered beams thwarted their escape, sealing their fate.

Three unfortunate scavengers fell to friendly fire, while one narrowly dodged the beams only to meet Caesar's swift justice.

Amidst the wreckage, Caesar watched as the scavengers turned on each other until only two remained, nervously back to back, weapons drawn.

Meanwhile, their leader, cunning and wounded, lay feigning death among the fallen, enduring the agony in his eyes.

But Caesar, emboldened by the sun's power, detected the faint signs of life among the supposed corpses with ease.

Without hesitation, he dispatched the remaining scavengers, leaving only their leader sprawled on the ground.

Placing his foot upon the leader's chest, Caesar leaned in close. "You'll answer my questions, or you'll meet your end. Clear?"