My faith in God had become a real thing and I now identified myself as a believer in His Son, but in this arena I was the lion as my enemies sought now not to be devoured by my fury.
"Death in his ice chipped eyes, with fire in his hand he's the Iceman!"
I took out two more in a fast attack and the remaining four combatants fled into the crowd leaving the body strewn dance floor behind. Shots smashed into my back bruising my bones and pummeling my organs as the bullets connected with the armor of my clothes that danced and shimmied as they absorbed the energy of the shots.
I wasn't dead, but it was painful to be alive! Some coward had found a gun. I turned and found a man my own height clutching a pistol in a shaking clasp.
He stared at me in terror and I acknowledged that I must look a fright, drenched as I was in the blood of other men.
What would his reaction be I wondered if he could but glimpse a sight of the battles from antiquities' past where men had fought each other for days in pools of blood waist deep in height.
"He seeks no gain, but he's come to deal out the pain!"
The man wouldn't have to worry about it any longer I acknowledged as he fell over backward with my knife buried to the hilt within his heart, as his fingers still briefly fumbled with the pistol that had jammed on him.
I stooped to pick up my hat from where it had fallen earlier, as I slung my rifle free again. It was time for guns again, apparently. That was okay by me. I was flexible.
"Explosions!"
Maria's thigh muscles had begun to ache from where they gripped the poll holding her above the heads of the surrounding crowd that paid her no attention. She didn't mind. Everyone's attention was rooted on the main show on center stage, which suited her purposes precisely.
All the boys that had gazed at her in lustful wonder the past few hours now stood staring slack-jawed at the big screens as they saw what being a real man was all about. Tyre certainly was putting on a show for them to the tune of that awful song she had to acknowledge.
"It's time for you to die and be consumed by the volcano's fire!"
Maria cradled the tiny pistol in her hand that had been hidden in her up swept hair all evening. It was small, but accurate enough. She had taken out seventeen potential shooters with shots to the head, as Tyre had enacted his own version of the paso doble on the central dance floor Rambo style.