"Now who wants a snack."
"Attack!"
As soon as Samuel activated "Hand of War," all the Crew members, now fully transformed, rushed towards him... Dark red energy pulsed from his hands, striking outwards. Each of their heads exploded on impact, blood and brain matter spraying into the atmosphere.... Some died instantly, their bodies collapsing mid-stride. Others, though headless, continued to stumble forward for a few steps before their momentum stopped, their monstrous forms toppling over each other...
Then, small white particles began to drift down from the sky, swirling in the disturbed atmosphere. Samuel instinctively touched his face. He looked at his fingers... they were dusted with it. It was snow. A harsh, biting cold began to settle around him, contrasting sharply with the residual heat from his attack...
