Nexo was walking, mind his own business, when a group of punks began to walk his way. Gangsters by the looks of them. He blinks and looks around. Not really sure where he had gotten himself to. Looking around and ignoring the gangsters for the moment. No he was more interested in the area then in the armed men, and two women, heading his way. He ignored them even as the leader began to speak. He was not interested in whatever that man had to say. In result he was ignoring the man. Quite pointedly slow. The man was getting pissed yet Nexo cared very little to none at all what the man did or did not like. He turned his gaze to the man when he ordered two of them to grab him. When they went to he turned into smokey shadows and reformed in the same area just away from them. He smirked a bit.<br/><br/>He kept playing keep away and not really moving much. Just staying just out of their grasps that it would become infuriating. Maybe it was because he was bored. Maybe it was because he found it entertaining to do. It might also be he just did not give a damn. Most likely though...it was all three. He had little to no trouble staying out of their grasps. He had strange powers which though he did not understand...he fully knew how to use them. Had a good grasp upon the skills and power. He even let the shadowy abyssial powers have fun on its own at times. His eyes...they were a dark black. If you looked at him closely there was no real whites to his eyes. No real pupils. It was just eyes that were a total pitch black darkness. Darkness that if you gazed into seemed to suck you into their depths. They seemed to go on and on like a black hole of shadows and chaos.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The leader scowls. "Whatever the hell you are...you gonna die mother fucker." He pointed at him. "Kill him. He is making a fool out of us. So he must die." The gangsters raised their weapons. Guns pointed at him. Knives pointed at him. A couple of boards with nails pointed at him. Even some crow bars. They began to attack and froze as they were blasted backwards.</span><br/><br/>Nexo had sent out a large wave of dark shadow like aura. He smirks at the people. "Really now? You want to do this? You really want to die? Okay then...allow me to assist on your way to hell!" He says. His eyes seemed to swirl like a vortex of black shadowy power. His hands became engulfed in a black flame that hissed and licked at the air around him. He raised his hands and the weapons they held became engulfed in a non-burning shadowy haze. Then their weapons came alive. The guns moved and shot round after round into their weilders. The knives hacked, cut, and chopped their owners to pieces. Boards with nails turned into laughing wood and stabbed their weilders through their brain and everywhere else. Crowbars started prying their owners heads off. Their screams of pain went completely ignored by him.<br/><br/>The air was filled with the scent of death, blood, and flesh. Blood and flesh flew through the air and fell all around him. A bit of blood splattered onto his face. He wipes it off with his fingers and flicked it away. "Shouldn't have tried to hurt me...if you had not...you would still be alive dumbasses. The vortex of my mind said to kill you all...so I did." He continued walking even as blood and flesh rained down still. Shadows slowly starting to engulf him once more.