Laz had a moment of clarity as he circulated his energy. His eyes glowed gold while his white hair took on a red sheen. The black, tribal like tattoos looked even more pronounced as his grey skin seemed to lighten. The thought that entered Laz's mind in the tenths of a second as the giant prepared to destroy him was that Laz was never a violent guy. His mind was working in a way that allowed years to pass in a moment while he thought about what brought him here.
Those that he killed.
Those that wanted to kill him.
Those that he loved.
Those that hated him.
Those who came into his life.
And those who have yet to make an appearance.
The moment all of these thoughts rushed through, emotions came with it like a flood. With those emotions came one simple and primal desire.
Live.
