Urza dashed through the city creating wind tunnels, making it seem as a natural disaster was occuring.
"Fuck this" Urza said stopping in his tracks releasing, an atom bomb size of smoke curled from his feet, creating skid marks across the ground.
Urza saving as much energy as possible, simply held out his arm reinforcing it with his other arm.
"Hopefully my strength is enough" Urza said planting his feet firmly into the ground and concentrating on the distant red blurs.
Urza had focused a quarter of his strength into his legs and arms, releasing a hollow aura. No power, only reinforcement.
The cultist sprinted straight towards him, but blinded by the smoke kept running without any sign of stopping.
The crowned cultist lead the pack taking the close line first. A stream of blood came out of his nose as his head planted itself into the ground.
Cracking in the cobblestone path and the spilling of blood was more common sight than you might think.
Urza retrieved his arms as well as his legs from the ground. He held a flicking position infront of the crowned cultist.
The crowned cultist attempted to get up from his fall pulling his flesh from the ground.
He failed to stay standing as Urza had snap his fingers, releasing air pressure equivalent to twenty punches from a heavyweight champion.
The crowned cultist went flying towards the nearest bulding completely destroying it.
"Leave me alone" Urza said retrieving his hand and staring at the cultist equipping his title.
'Why are you pretending to eat?' Urza said to the voice in his head. 'Shouldn't you be doing something useful?' He thought.
"I ask you to fuck off!" He shouted at the red robed cultist making them fall to there knees.
"Oh my lord!" They bowed still tormented by the title.
"Are you idiots, I told you to leave" Urza said kicking one of the cultists head into the ground.
"That would be counterproductive" the cultist said from the ground muffled by the dirt in his mouth.
"Of course it would" Urza said kicking him to the side, sending him into a stall.
"Fine, I hereby decry that you dismantle your group, and leave me the fuck alone" Urza said grabbing the hood of one of the red cultist receiving her face.
He skin has fair and she wore a black cloth around her eyes, blinding her.
Urza nonchalontly place the hood back over her and continued to though her into the crowd of cultist.
The toppled like bowling pins, even the faint sound of bowling pins could be heard.
"Of our lord wishes so" the crowned cultist from behind him said.
"Good" Urza said brushing off the dirt from his clothes and walking towards where he left Aira.
His feet tapped across the cobblestone streets, as well as the faint slapping of bear feet followed behind him. He slapping was very distinct to his shoes as it repeated every millisecond.
Urza stopped and turned, he saw a rally of naked women and men in blindfolds following him.
"What the fuck!" Urza said covering his eyes and turning his head away from the.. bits. A family to the left of Urza did the same.
"Why are you naked!?" Urza said slowly releasing his hand from his face.
"Because the Lord wishes us so" the elderly leader said bowing making his shriveled up penis flop about like a dead fish.
"No I meant disband the cult and keep your clothes on until you left!" Urza said slapping his face in disbelief.
Urza kicked dirt in there face and sprinted away avoiding contact with the public embarassment, as it went so "well" last time.