Description: News reports say that a bunch of drunk sailors have been causing trouble along the southern coast... and your wet pants say that one of them just spilt his booze on you. Teach him and his friends a lesson, or wuss out. Your call.
Delilah sighed as alcohol was poured all over Hex's lap. What happened next was entirely too predictable.
The man who had bumped into Hex and spilled his drink was vaporized a moment later before half of whatever the sailor said had slipped past his lips. Maybe an apology, maybe an excuse, perhaps a warning about getting in his way. Hex didn't give the man time to say whatever his last words were. One moment the man was there, and the next he was dust in the wind.
"That hurt..." Hex growled as the man he just vaporized blew away, carried by the sea breeze out to the ocean the sailor had likely loved. What Hex had done probably could not even really be considered a technique. He'd simply hit the man with a raw blast of demonic energy.
He had not been lying when he said it hurt either. His body was one giant sore open wound. Having alcohol dropped on him like that was about as unpleasant as having lemon juice vigorously rubbed into an infected cut.
Delilah came around to dry off his lap as best she could, using a towel she just picked up from a stall after dropping a couple of Zeni on the counter. "I'll change your bandages when we get home. Can you bear with it for now?" She asked, slightly concerned.
Hex gave an ugly snort to the question. "Don't patronize me..." Hex replied simply as if the pain he felt was now was even remotely comparable to the pain he'd experienced in the demonic dungeon he'd been trapped in only a while ago.
"K-Kenny...?" One of the sailors questioned, stunned as they dropped their drink, shattering against the ground in a mess of glass and alcohol. "What did you do to Kenny, you bastard!?" Confusion quickly turned to outrage as the man looked to Hex, who was being dried off by Delilah.
The man had probably seen exactly what Hex had done to his friend. Otherwise, anyone looking at Hex would have just assumed he was some cripple being pushed around in a wheelchair. Although the blue lady with big tits pushing him around wearing little more than a glorified bathing suit with heeled boots would have made him stand out anywhere. It was probably easy to assume she wasn't human, if not the demon she was. Aliens these days were pretty common after all.
Hex glanced at the sailor, before turning his head in his direction before sneering at the man. "Turned him to dust..." He replied easily enough, his sneer becoming a vicious, malicious, grin. Daring the sailor to challenge him. Daring him to do anything at all in some vain attempt to avenge his fallen friend.
The man went pail seeing the dark hateful look in those eyes, looking at him as though he were an insect, an insubstantial nothing that was being looked down on by some blood-thirsty evil god. The man shook with anger and fear, helpless before the evil eyes gazing on him.
However much to Hex's annoyance, the man had more friends, so many sailors around this place, one setting a hand on the man's shoulder. "What's up Roger? What's going on?" Asked a new face, followed by a third.
"This guy, he killed Kenny!" Roger claimed with newfound energy, gaining confidence and strength from the appearance of his friends.
Hex clicked his tongue with annoyance as the sailors started to gather. Not just those three either. It seemed that he'd disturbed the proverbial swarm of ants. By stepping on one ant, he'd caught the attention of the swarm.
Not that they were any true threat to him, even as a swarm they could not hope to beat him. This wasn't like a swarm of ants attacking an elephant, it was more like attacking the sun. And if they tried to touch him, he would burn them back with little effort.
"Killed him? But where is the body?" The sailor asked in confusion. "This guy, the one wrapped head to toe like a mummy, he... did something, and turned Kenny into ashes or dust! Like he felt to sand and blew away!" The sailor tried to explain, making the other two listening sailors frown, before turning their gaze on Hex who was staring them down with no remorse or hesitation.
Delilah finally moved to stand behind Hex, also getting the attention of the sailors who eyed her with obvious interest. So many delightful and attractive physical temptations. But that was simply the nature of her body, exuding a natural power over those that would be attracted to her, and multiplying that attraction.
But even so, they turned their gaze back to Hex before approaching him, stopping three steps from him. "So what do you have to say for yourself, mummy boy?" Asked the sailor.
"No, don't!" Called Roger in warning, as Hex lifted his hand to the questioning sailor.
"Die..." Replied Hex before sending a beam of energy punching through the man's chest from the tip of a pointed finger, leaving a bullet-sized hole through the front, punching out his back, and passing through his heart on the way out.
The man blinked looking down at his chest, bringing a curious hand up to brush over the hole in his chest which began to leak, then gush blood as his heart pumped uselessly. "What...?" He gasped before falling backward with a loud thud, the light in his eyes steadily fading.
"Steve!" Called both the first sailor who had seen Kenny die and the third sailor who had tried to check on Roger.
Another beam punched through the throat of the third sailor, who fell quickly to his knees, gargling and choking on his own blood, sputtering and coughing, as he was forced to suffocate and drown on it.
"Ahh!" Roger screamed in blind rage and fear, flying at Hex with a leap even as two more beams punched through his chest.
But the man seemed ready to die, holes through both lungs left him to slowly suffocate as well, even as he tried to get his hands around Hex's throat, only to be smacked aside by Delilah who would not allow those hands to touch her master.
Roger went tumbling through the crowd at the force of her strike, eventually crashing into a metal pole that left the man's body mangled and twisted, dead on impact.
"Don't touch him." She warned simply, flicking a little blood off her hand where some had been left from knocking Roger aside.
Many of the sailors looked at them with a mix of anger and fear, chests puffing up, muscles flexing, seeming as though they were about to get tackled from all sides by dozens of sailors.
"Leave, or die..." Hex said simply lifting a hand, forming a giant blood-red pulse ball. The ball becomes as large as a two-story building.
The sailors gaped with trepidation and fear, seeing the kind of power that Hex was harnessing with relative ease. Three men dead in seconds, four if you included the man who had spilled his drink though he'd never even gotten the chance to fight or resist.
The sailors began to quickly scatter, fear preserving their lives as Hex offered them their only chance to continue living, lest he destroy them all with his power, which at this point was well proven.
While Hex would have been content to just destroy them all, that would have been a lot of collateral damage. As it was, this was too much attention. No camera's as far as he or Delilah could see, but they could not be sure, and now dozens of faces had definately seen them and been threatened by them.
Then again, many of them had been incredibly drunk, so maybe if things here were investigated they would not be able to get a straight story to prove anything.
All the same, Hex did do a bit of cleaning up, waving a hand to the corpses they had left behind after their little activity, rendering them into dust which blew into the nearby ocean much like the first, and leaving little to no evidence of the events beyond the bent pole where Delilah had smacked one of the sailors. Not even a drop of blood was left to mark the area where their battle had taken place.
"Let's go..." Hex commanded with a dry tone.
"Do you still want fish for dinner?" Delilah asked, seeing a stall nearby, now abandoned perfectly packed with fish for the taking. That was the whole reason they had even come here, was to buy some fish for dinner tonight.
"Yes." Hex replied, his appetite having only grown since killing those few sailors.
Delilah nodded before walking to the stall where she wrapped three fish, and then came back to Hex to keep pushing him along, taking him back towards their home where she could prepare dinner. The area around them was empty, letting them leave without anyone impeding them.