Snippet #2500991

I remained lifted through the air, getting a rhythm back in my steps. Nearing the descent of my fall, I crashed in some town in Texas. The place had already been cleaned out of anything that was worth taking. Vehicles, gas cans and anything valuable. No one was near the area, I that I could sense. I took in a few breaths and teared up at the smell of raw gasoline at a distant bonfire. He looked towards the black sky and bolted through the air again. I stared down at the city below me and saw a airline highway and nodded my head, diving down to the yellow paint in the concrete. The blast almost took him by surprise as he skid almost 50 feet down the asphalt. I sprinted to a ditch nearby and stared at the entrance in the back of the airport. Not to my surprise, but there were agents at the doors that stood armed to the teeth. I rolled my eyes, trying to count how many he needed to take out.

At the sight of at least 25 on patrol, I split myself into 3 bodies and all of me targeted almost twelve just in my sight. The brawl began and the screaming and gunfire were most likely audible to the inside of the building. The three copies of me didn't take long to eliminate the opponent in front of them. Some of the men's spines split in half, the others nearly exploded on impact. The men stood no chance and their lives ended second after they tried. I fused myself to a single once more and rested for a few moments, winded by what happened. I barely kept myself standing and I focused on regaining my strength.