Fear like hot water drenched down his body.
"If anyone else goes for the hero button?" The woman started, exploding fire behind her bullet. Sending it into the stomach of a random person close to Loveall.
"It'll be the end of you." She laughed.
Taking in a few rapid breaths, Loveall allowed himself to be carted into the center of the room with the rest of the patrons. Three more large, animal like people stormed into the building. Carrying hefty guns, one stood in front of the door, the other two surrounded them.
"If I hear anyone click their tongue, I'll end you before you can blink," Hotshot spat, her eyes narrowed to slits. Loveall guessed she was also part animal, but he couldn't figure it out. I need to do something. Loveall thought, the eyes tattooed on top of Loveall's hands started to open.
"What do you even want?" Loveall growled, taking a step towards the Croc. Croc sneered, eyeing the other up and down, "Angry black woman alert." He laughed.
"I'm not going to let a stupid hick and his friends hurt these people," Loveall replied, "I'm a man."
"Stupid hick that gotta gun to your head. You ain't a man, tits. Now be a good girl and sit down with your 'people'."
"No." Loveall could feel his panic starting to set in, but he needed to think past it. If he allowed himself to fall apart, what would become of the other souls here?
"No? Little girl," The man stomped up to Loveall, "I gotta gun, to your head. What part'a-"
That's the thing about Loveall, he didn't need to click. The eyes on the tops of Loveall's hands opened, sending a shower of golden eyes all around him and circling Love like a shield. This caught the croc so off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. Croc growled, holding up his gun and shooting.
The bullet slammed into the eyes and bounced to the floor, in the middle of Loveall's forehead a golden eye sat. Shimmering.
"Who needs bullets!" Croc spat, throwing down his gun, the man leapt at Loveall with jaws parted.
Landing on the eyes, Croc clawed towards the other, only for Hotshot to yank him back. Aiming her hand at Loveall and tossing a bullet to the air, she shot! Pain exploded through Loveall's veins as the bullet just missed the eyes and grazed his arm. Letting out a yelp, Loveall stumbled back.
"Shit." He growled, knowing the eyes were fast, but not fast enough. Hotshot snarled, "Let's start killing them, they were gonna die anyway." she waved the other three towards them, closing in on the people.
"Do it!" Croc shouted to the crew, Loveall gasped and placed his hands together and spreading them. Sending the eyes like a shield around the small group of people.
Fuck, I can't keep this up. I need a plan, and quickly!
He thought to himself, glancing around frantically. He wished he could ask the others what Clicks they had, but there was no time! Loveall used his hands to move the eyes as bullets showered them.
The shield of eyes started to shrink inwards as the collection of shots continued. Pain sparked deep in Loveall's skull, pounding like a hammer on his brain. The migraine started to move through his head and down his neck.
"Hey!"
The bullets stopped as someone stepped through the doors. His leather jacket dragging behind him, another person stood by his side. Anger flickered over his graze as he surveyed the room.
There he stood, with fire burned the tank top covering his frame. It fizzled away the fabric to show off the others' chest scars.
"Rider!"