His threat naturally made the men step back in fear. They didn't even need to think about the words to realize that Talon meant them. His cold eyes sent chills down their spines as they felt their bodies freeze with fear.
If it was any other person, they would've just laughed it off as their numbers simply overwhelmed him with ease. But, when they look around Talon, all they see are corpses and destruction.
He survived the attack of multiple tanks and RPGs as if it was nothing. This wasn't even a joke anymore. This was a nightmare manifested in reality and they were his target.
Meanwhile, Talon stood there silently as he shook his head. For a moment there, he felt intense pain and his head started stinging.
'That was close, I had to use Tear of Reality at the last second or I would've been killed. Tsk, having only one hand to work with is annoying.' Looking down, Talon ignored the painful burn marks and inspected his bloodied hand.