Dylan watched. Flavius was getting closer...and closer...any minute now, Dylan was going to melt into a gushing fanboy! He just KNEW it! He was about three feet away, when...
A woman screamed! People started running! Gunshots rang out and a voice came on over the P.A. system!
"Active shooter! Active shooter! Evacuate! Police, secure the building!"
Dylan ducked down behind a table and turned around to watch Flavius strolling casually through the convention hall, walking down one of the aisles between the tables and signboards. Two men waving submachine-guns around spotted him in an instant and opened fire! Dylan yipped and watched as bullets raked across Flavius's body, bouncing off and pinging onto the floor!
With a flourish, Flavius whipped off his cloak and tossed it on the ground. He waved his hands around as if he was handling some sort of touchscreen display. And then...
WHAM!!
A BLINDING flash of golden light HIT both men, throwing them off their feet and sending them sliding twelve feet across the polished marble floor! There was another blinding BLAST of pure, universal energy, which sent the men crashing through a shatterproof glass window! Another blinding golden beam hit the men and hoisted them up, swinging them through the air like a pair of bolas! Dylan watched in terrified amazement as the two men were whirled around and around and around, faster and faster! Until...
"Urgh!" Dylan yelped, shielding his eyes as the men SLAMMED into the walls twenty feet up, with a sickening CRUNCH that made them scream! People stared at what was happening with a mix of horror and admiration as Flavius swept the two men easily up off the floor again without even touching them! He hadn't quite decided what should happen next, when...
"THIS IS THE POLICE! THE BUILDING IS COMPLETELY SURROUNDED! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!"
The police captain put down his megaphone.
"You think they're still in there, Sarge?"
"I dunno sir, I..."
CRASH!!
"Jesus!!"
CRASH!!
Two figures exploded through two solid plate-glass windows nearby and slammed into a pair of patrol-cars parked outside, shattering the windows and caving in the doors, rolling the squad-cars onto their roofs!
"What the fuck...." said the sergeant, waving for his men to approach with caution, and weapons drawn... walking across the crumbled masonry, shattered glass, plaster-dust and smoke...
"Sorry about that, but I was REALLY enjoying myself until these cocksocks showed up and started fuckin' shit around..."
Flavius scooped up his white cloak and swept it across his shoulders, doing up the gold, diamond clasp across his chest.
"Bit cool out here, ain't it?" he asked. "S'alright, you can all come in now!...Watch the glass, though. They're all yours, cap".
"Thank you, sir!" said Captain Malford, a tall, well-built man approaching his fifties.
"Oh yeah sorry about the cars, I didn't know they'd be in the way..." said Flavius, and laughed. The captain grinned sheepishly.
"Alright boys, take 'em away!"
"Yes sir!"
Dylan watched as Flavius swaggered back in, still looking as immaculate as the second he'd arrived. He flicked his cloak, shaking off some plaster-flakes, and headed back towards the comic-books section of the convention.
"So uh...who wants an autograph?"
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