Facing the muzzle of the gun from the other side of the stage, Mir was not particularly concerned by his threats. His goal was to terrify his opponent so far that the man would lose his rationality. The demonstration of power had to continue until that hand holding the gun could be seen shaking.
The bodyguard who had the firmer grip on Mir's torso was the first one to let out a painful croak before falling unconscious as the fifth victim.
The other guard tried to drag Mir and himself away from his fallen compatriot, only to fall to the same attack on his carotid arteries six seconds later.
The gallery was almost emptied by now. Those who hadn't left yet were slightly experienced transcenders, hiding behind the furthest row of seats or inside the entryways, ready to rush out of the doors in a second's notice.
