Barrages of bullets rained down from the sky, the entire area encased within its fear stricken fury.
Unbeknownst to them however the man that instilled such fear within their hearts had fled, he now sat atop the roof of a nearby building, looking down below, he stared at the streaks of light that danced playfully towards nothingness, the hunters that once sat at the epitome of the destruction now fled, John Casey in the arms of another still bleeding profusely.
Luke looked down, a humble smile still spread across from ear to ear, he embraced the cold air that bashed roughly against him, his hair fluttered in the wind and he once again vanished leaving naut behind.
Several minutes later the barrage stopped, the area they stood now but a hole, the gate that once stood now gone, the ground stained black and the smell of char filled the nostrils of men for miles.
Large waves of sound flowed throughout the area.