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The green man looks skeptical, and looks like his mind his racing. With a slight smile, he points at you.
<span class="mu-g">”I will duel you then- but it wouldn't be fair if you can fly around like that. You should 'close up' your wings, if you can. Then we'll duel with whatever weapons you wish.”</span>
Reaching down to your levitron, you flip the switch and gently touch down as the last of the pull of antigravity disappears. The moment you do- he shouts.
<span class="mu-g">”Quick! Crossbows! He can't fly anymore- loose!”</span>
Uh oh. While your imperial robe is trimmed with smart materials to transfer the force and the artificial fabrics are extremely tough- you would still rather not get struck by a crossbow bolt. The guardsmen have already readied their weapons and are aiming them towards you- but are still getting up the courage to fire. The next time the headman orders it- they'll shoot. You whisper quietly- trusting your drone's advanced sensors to pick it up.
<span class="mu-b">”Al- burn those crossbows. Low power- no visible beams.”</span>
Within seconds, the guards drop their crossbows with a gasp- rapidly heating up and igniting within their grasp. The drones do this as inconspicuously as possible. To the primitives, you just caused their weapons to ignite without so much as a wave of your mystical, Godlike arm. The guards have already fled, the headman dropping to his knees in disbelief.
<span class="mu-g">”No... no- it can't be! It isn't possible! You ARE a God!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Compared to you? I am. In every way you can measure.”</span>
The Vetucker warrior, huge and impressive, throws his weapon to the side and clasps his hand towards you, like in prayer. <span class="mu-g">”P-please.. almighty one, I didn't... I'm sorry! Great God-King from beyond the stars, please spare my life! And if not mine- then please the life of my wife and children! They should not pay for my foolishness- I beg you!”</span>
>Kill him as an example
>Spare him
