(Third Person POV)
Karl glared at Cyrus, who was pointing his finger gun at the dead man, "W-What the hells?!" He exclaimed, "You fucking bastard!! Get him!!"
Several men drew daggers and lunged at Cyrus, letting out angry shouts. Cyrus then drew his finger guns, aiming at them by the hip, firing several projectiles in rapid succession. The projectiles hit them all in the torso, causing small explosions that sent them flying back.
This caused everyone to scatter in confusion and panic. Many of the spectators began to run away towards the exit, tumbling amongst each other.
Karl watched with pure shock, seeing that his men were collapsed on the ground, smoke emitting from their bodies. He then began to run, tripping over some of the other smallfolk that were in there.
Cyrus looked at the sight before him, the scattering people who were running away in panic due to his sudden outburst. He had a serious scowl on his face, looking to the side and noticing that the others he was with were no longer inside the building.
They had chased after the rogue cultist, who immediately left the building before the chaos started, having already spotted the others going to them. Cyrus then walked over to the fighting area, burning through the barricade, and looked at the two young men who were standing there, bloodied and bruised.
Cyrus walked to the cage, seeing that the children were scared, their eyes widened in pure shock with tears rolling down their cheeks.
Cyrus pulled the cage door off, using his pure strength, and tossed it to the side.
He then stepped back and gestured at the children, "You're free." He said, looking at the young men, "Go. Now."
The two men were looking at each other with reluctance, not knowing if they should actually leave. By this time, most of the building was already emptied, the smallfolk having escaped in a panic because of several men combusting in flames, according to their perspective.
The two men began to step to the side when two arrows flew and hit each of them, respectively, killing them on the spot. Cyrus watched with a shocked expression as the two young men collapsed to the ground, the light leaving their eyes.
He looked up to see two men on the stands, one of them had a bow drawn and aimed at the two men. The other one had a sword on his hand, a serious expression on his face. Cyrus, at that moment, understood that these two were mercenaries of some kind; the archer being of proficient skill, capable of firing two arrows repeatedly with great accuracy.
"The hell is your problem?!" Cyrus said with an angry expression
"The Boss is not going to like this." the man with the sword dropped down on the arena, "You're coming with us, whatever the fuck you are supposed to be."
"And those kids better stay where they are." the archer said, "Or I'll put an arrow in them too."
Cyrus began to slowly walk forward, making his way towards them, "Try something and I'll put a burning hole in you." He said, a menacing glare on his face, "I fucking dare you."
The archer nocked an arrow and drew it, aiming at the cage. As this happened, the swordman swung his blade at Cyrus, cutting through his chest. Cyrus raised his finger gun, aiming at the archer as the sword cut through flames, and fired a single projectile.
The fire projectile hit the bow, combusting it immediately and exploded, ripping apart the archer's hand as it was set ablaze.
"ARghh!!!" the archer bellowed in pain, "Fuck!!"
"What the hells?" the other man exclaimed as he tripped forward
Cyrus fired another shot, hitting the archer in the chest, causing an explosion that jerked him backwards. The archer fell to the ground, dead, smoke coming out of a burning hole in his chest.
The swordsman swung his sword at Cyrus's head from behind, cutting nothing but flames as Cyrus turned around and aimed his finger gun at him.
"Die." Cyrus's expression was cold
The swordsman's head burst open as a projectile hit him in the face, combusting immediately. His body slumped down hard and remained lifeless, smoke emitting from the top of his head.
Cyrus's Fire Gun was so potent that it was capable of killing a person in a single shot, should the "bullet" be compressed enough. At those moments, Cyrus was channeling enough flames in his fingertips to cause their bodies to combust and rip apart due to the impact. Something possessed Cyrus to kill them without blinking, whether it was anger or something else.
It didn't matter; he didn't think they deserved to live. To him, they were scum and filth that needed to be cleansed from this world.
And at that moment, he believed his flames would do just that.
Cyrus looked at the children, who were staring at him with shocked and scared expression, hiding at the far end of the cage.
He lowered his arm, walking slowly towards them and crouching down at the cage door, "Hey." He said softly, a calmer expression on his face, "It's okay. You're safe now."
One of the kids shook his head slowly, "The bad people will come...." He said, "They will hurt us."
Cyrus offered his hand, "No." He said, "Come with me, I will not let that happen."
"But....the bad people...." A girl said, "They will.....they will..."
Her eyes were filling with tears, her entire body shaking as she hugged her chest. Cyrus knew what the girl was implying, and that is what he didn't want her to feel. The mere sight of their tears, Cyrus felt an indescribable rage deep within.
He gave them a serious expression, "The bad people will have to answer to me." Cyrus's voice was firm and assuring, "And I will not let them get away with the bad things they have done. I give you my word, they will pay for what they've done to you."
"What are you?" a boy asked, his eyes widened
"Me?" Cyrus asked, "Well....."
"I ask myself that sometimes."