The Formidable God Of War

Chapter 2

Within a split of minutes, Nazar regained his despise-laced expression.

"Don't you have the guts to walk in here and order me around like you are what? Do you see yourself as the God of war whenever you wet yourself to bed?" He tugged.

"I will give you one last chance to scram!" He hissed.

Mazzel paused. His eyes are neutral and calm. "And what if I don't?" He inquired.

"Let's see if breaking your legs will motivate you a little bit!"

Soon, a head full of men gathered around the ferial Mazzle, fully bodied and their glints of deadly intentions flashed in their eyes.

"However breaking his legs first gets double their pay this month!"

Their eyes sparked further with motivation all launching at Mazzle in one turn.

Nazar's lips curled into a smile, watching the young boy quark with so much fear.

Without moving, Mazzle struck deadly blows through the crowd, sending the men flying through the room in an instant.

His gaze darkened as his hands tore into jaws and joints, his fist so fast that his movements could barely be traced.

Nazar's mind blacked out, watching the men groan out in pain. His heart quivered violently.

The only person that He had heard of who could perform such a feat was the almighty God of war himself.

But he was currently on the Border side of the city. This had to be a clone and nothing more.

"Is this really what the Sundown Foundation is made of? No wonder you go after little kids!" Mazzle noted after schooling his expression back into neutrality.

He picked the frightened boy in his hands and gradually walked away from the building, Nazar still too star-struck to let out a word from her mouth.

 "Stop!" He yelled.

It had never been heard of that anyone walked into sundown and made a mess of them before.

It wasn't going to happen now.

He tore his shirt off from his body, revealing the perfectly potted belly that lined his body.

"You think that I'm going to let you out of this place?"

Even in their pain, the smiles lifted from the faces of the guards. Nazar had been trained by military personnel, and that was one of the reasons that he was feared and revered by most people.

And in the battles that he had fought, it had never been heard of that he lost a fight.

"I gave you multiple chances to redeem yourself. But since you have decided to court your death, let's play!" He noted.

After the short pause, Mazzle continued walking like nobody had spoken at all, making Nazar blaze with rage.

He launched the deadly spiral strike at Mazzle, one that had only been heard of in rumors passed down personally to Nazar by his military trainer.

With all his strength gathered into his hands, Nazar struck Mazzle through his back, assured that he would be torn right through his bones 

But he remained standing and struck, feeling only a slight discomfort on his skin.

"I hate it when people touch me without my permission!" Mazzle struck the attacker off with a kick.

Nazar's heart dropped to the bottom of his feet. Confusion settling deep into his chest...

Nobody in the city had ever been able to block his strike. Yet, a stranger didn't even try in the attempt.

His ego was more hurt, watching the guards tear off their eyes in disbelief.

"It had to be a mistake!" One of them noted

"We've known Nazar right from the very beginning. He must be trying to build the morale of the dumpster before his eventual end!" Another noted 

However, unlike everyone else, Nazar knew that it was never a mistake.

His failing ego stuck to the bottom of his stomach like a large rock, barely able to breathe.

Summing up all his rage, he launched at the little boy instead, to end his worthless life.

Mazzel's eyes darkened, sensing the hostility that was directed towards his son.

He stopped Nazar, twisting his hands and tearing through every single muscle in it. The temperature in the room turned icy cold and fear struck deeply into the hearts of the guards.

Tears mixed with blood dripped on the floor and Nazar was tossed away. Waves of rage flared from Mazzle as the guards curled underneath it.

"Don't come any closer to me your monster. I have a relationship with the military. And you don't want to know what the God of war would do to you when he finds out that you made a mess of the military's name!"

"It's because of people like you that that name no longer possesses anyone. If there's anything I would be getting, it's a thank you!" Mazzle gave him a final blow that shattered into his hands, completely dislocating him. 

While doing all of this, he carefully shielded his son with the other hand from seeing all of this.

"I never knew that the Sundown Foundation could be this despicable."

"You're going to pay for this! Walking into this company and disrupting due process. You don't know what you have gotten yourself into.

That young boy is a bought slave from a bastard mother, abandoned by their useless mother.

Your end would just be as pitiful!" He glared.

Mazzle ignored all the ranting, walking with his son away from the halls.

Looking at the shivering young boy, still lost in the state of his shocks, Mazzle squeezed him tightly. "I'm here for you now!"

The quivering reduced.

"We should get you something to eat!" Mazzle felt guilty for being away for so long.

He thought that the Sinclair family would at least take care of their daughter and in turn his son. But he was wrong. All the more reason they needed to be punished for their evil deeds.

"Let's get you something to eat!" Mazzle said the young boy who felt naturally comfortable with him, shuddering only slightly.

"What would you like."

Without a response, the young boy crashed to the floor.

"Please save my mother!" Tears flooded freely from his eyes.