[b][i]The man with the blue eyes is getting close to his target. His mind pulsates, his kinetic abilities lustful for something to rip apart. He turns a corner into a tunnel where a shanty Mafia outpost has been built over a large sewage reservoir. Two rats, one in a greasy white tank top and jeans, carried a Type-14 ((new entry to Weapons database)) submachine gun, while the other, in a dirty tuxedo and fedora, hoisted an M-26 Carbine with an ACOG-2 scope attached to it. They both turn their attention to the bald man and mutter to each other suspiciously as he strides past the outpost. "Hey!" one of them barks at the blue-eyed man. The bald man stops in his footsteps, and tilts his head towards them. "Yes?" "Come over here." a rat says. The man now turns to face them. "Why should I? You are rats, and I am man. Why should I follow your commands?" The rats raise their weapons. "The fuçk did you just say?!" "Don't worry about it." the man says, and makes their heads combust with kinetic pressure. Their brains are now sewage, flowing in the dirty river of the stuff, as they always were inside their skulls. The man with blue-eyes continues walking. [/i][/b]