Old Zeus

As the helicopter dove to the side to avoid an unknown projectile, Draco was sent sprawling across the bay.

Getting up after directly hitting the ceiling, he reached for a chair and grabbed it before pulling himself into it and strapping in all three seatbelts he saw.

'Always buckle up.' he thought, grimacing as the pain in his back flared up as the helicopter moved in yet another direction.

When he looked forwards he observed, with no surprise, that all four of the superhumans were standing with no trouble.

Draco wondered what kind of trick they were using to stay seemingly glued to the floor of the helicopter.

Muhammed's voice boomed throughout all the noise in the helicopter, "Open the bay doors! We're not going to lose him!"

He then looked at one of the robed men and said, "Omar, bring me the railgun."

Suddenly, with a loud whirring noise, the now closed doors began to open back up. Once the doors were open Draco saw something incredible.

Standing on the roof of the Hitton Hotel, that was now hundreds of meters away, there was a blurry shape looking in the direction of the escaping helicopter.

Draco could faintly make out what looked to be blue lightning crackling around the man's form, and as time passed the lightning increased in intensity and size.

Eventually, the lighting became blinding to look at, and with the sound of a loud thunderclap, the man disappeared.

Looking up into the night sky, Draco saw the figure reappear, but this time it was dangerously close.

The figure, who was now only a hundred feet away at the most, raised its arm.

Extending out from its arm was a massive, 20 foot (6 meter) long blade of lightning that sent shivers down Draco's spine.

As the figure flew toward the Black Hawk, Draco was able to make out more features.

He saw that the figure was actually a man, and that he had an incredibly long, overflowing white beard that fluttered in the wind behind him.

The man raised his arm, and while preparing to slash downwards, said in a booming voice.

"Arrogant thieves! Did you forget that this was my city?" the man said, his voice piercing through Draco's very soul.

Draco was unable to stop from coughing out blood as his eardrums started ringing and threatened to burst.

"You come to my city, and kill my own disciple, did you think that this old man would just let you walk away?"

Muhammed's voice could be heard yelling back at the man, "Old Zeus, don't get ahead of yourself! You won't have enough places to run to if you make an enemy of the Khalid Dynasty!"

However, 'Old Zeus' only laughed hysterically, "Boy, you really dare to threaten me? I was smiting down Dynasties since before you Khalid's were in your father's b*llsack."

When Draco looked over at Muhammed, he was surprised to see him holding some large, clunky piece of metal.

It was around 4 feet (1.2 meters) long, rectangular in shape, and had one end hollowed out.

The device seemed to glow for a moment, as a golden light began to emanate from the end of it.

Suddenly, with a loud thumping noise that sounded like a sledgehammer slamming against steel, a flash of golden light flew towards Old Zeus at speeds impossible to follow with the naked eye.

Old Zeus, however, was able to easily see the railgun round that was quickly approaching him, and simply brought his arm down.

The massive 20 foot (6 meter) blade of lighting collided with the railgun round, instantly disintegrating it.

Unfortunately for Old Zeus, though, the railgun round exploded into a blinding, golden light that dispersed his blade of lighting.

Looking at the escaping helicopter in shock, Old Zeus barely had enough time to form another lighting blade before another railgun round flew towards him.

He swiftly blocked the round, but his sword was once again dispersed.

He reformed his sword once again, and when he looked at the escaping helicopter he saw yet another round flying towards him.

After blocking this round, to Old Zeus' dismay, he saw that there was actually another round coming towards him!

And another!

And another!

Inside the helicopter's loading bay Muhammed was holding the railgun and laughing maniacally as he continued to fire round after round of golden shells at the man chasing them through the air.

"Ahahaha, take this you arrogant old bastard! Did you think that I would just lay down and die?" he shouted as the helicopter continued to gain distance on Old Zeus.

Muhammed only relented after having fired another half a dozen shots at what seemed to be the very embodiment of lighting.

Draco turned away from this spectacle to see that Old Zeus was no longer forming swords made of lighting, but was instead repeatedly reforming his body as golden rounds flew through him.

Draco watched in morbid fascination as he saw Old Zeus' body get struck by a round, only to disintegrate into countless lighting bolts before reforming shortly into his original form.

The speed of the man's regeneration was frightening, and although Muhammed had currently gotten the best of him, Draco could see there was a reason that they were running away from this, 'Old Zeus', instead of staying to fight him.

Although he was being struck by the rounds repeatedly, Old Zeus had never stopped advancing.

Luckily, his speed was now so low that the helicopter was leaving him far behind.

After a while had passed Muhammed sighed in relief as he handed the railgun back to Omar, who was standing at his side.

"We really got lucky this time." he said, with sweat lining his forehead. "If that old bastard wasn't so arrogant, we might not have made it out so easily."

Truly, 'Old Zeus' was as arrogant as they come. Muhammed played upon his arrogance to keep him held at bay with a powerful weapon he had acquired from his family's armory.

Looking at the smoking, high-grade artifact in his servant's hands, Muhammed thought with annoyance that he had to yet again use up the resources given to him.

After all, each of those railgun rounds was a single-use standard-grade artifact. This was a level of decadence that even he couldn't afford lightly.

***

When they were at least several miles away from The Hitton Hotel, and the helicopter doors had already closed, Draco saw Amira sit down next to him.

"How are you holding up?" she said with her light, soothing voice.

"Not bad actually, all things considered." Draco said with a laugh.

"Hmm. That's good." was all Amira said in response.

Draco didn't know why, but he felt that Amira seemed rather subdued right now. Her previously flirty and enchanting attitude seemed to disappear completely.

However, Draco just attributed this to recent events.

"So, how come that guy could fly?" was the only thing Draco could think to ask.

Amira laughed lightly at his seemingly uncaring question, before saying, "Old Zeus… isn't like the rest of us."

She shook her head, "I'm not entirely sure I should tell you the whole of it."

Draco looked at her and said, "Lay it on me, I've experienced enough in the past day to realize that there's a lot of mysterious things in the world that I don't know about."

Seeing Draco's heated gaze, Amira felt something in her heart flutter, and she knew that there was no way she could leave this man in the dark.

Amira sighed, and after a while she said, "You seem to have already been pulled into our world, whether I like it or not, so I suppose I can do you at least this courtesy."

After another few moments she continued, "I guess I should start out with us. In my country, me, my brother, and the Ḥāmin are called Jabbār. However, in The States you lot usually just call us powered."

"Powered?" Draco asked curiously.