Kacen examined the safe house beneath him. It had an excellent location, situated in the middle of the misted mountains, far away from those who would wish it's owner ill, barely distinguishable from the snowy mountainside it was situated on. The only true suggestion to it's presence were the heavily armed men guarding the entrance.
It looked like an easy job, quickly in, and quicker out.
He glanced at the pile of spikes next to him, pure steel, all of them. He pulled on a spike, and it shot into his hand, then he turned and looked at the men on the other mountain. It was roughly three hundred feet across, a manageable distance.
He held out his hand, still clutching the spike, and it shot from his hand, embedding in one of the men's chests. Cries of alarm echoed through the snowy peaks, as they scrambled for cover. He picked up another spike, slamming it into the cold ground, and shot across the canyon. As he flew, two spikes shot into his hand.
He landed and the work of destruction began among them.
He grabbed the body of the man he'd first killed, and used it as a shield from the guns, opening fire on him. Using steel, he pulled a man's rifle from his hand, and shot him, and his companion with it. Then killed two more with the spikes. He ran up to one of them, and threw the fellow off the mountain. Only three to go. Burning iron, he pushed a rifle into the man's chest, sending another one screaming down the mountain. Dropping the body, he shot another spike into another man's chest. One left.
He pulled the man's rifle from his hands. And began to advance on him. "Please, have mercy." Kacen walked right up to him, and knocked him out cold. He needed to leave some alive.
He turned, and stared at the doors in front of him. Blast proof, gas proof, but not Kacen proof. His spikes reared up behind him, and began to pound it down. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. It collapsed inwards.
Inside there was a single man, holding a rifle.
He began firing, but Kacen, burning steel, ripped the gun from his hands.
The man glared at him.
"Hello doctor." The man spat at his shoes, "I see you've come to kill me."
Kacen chuckled, "If I was coming to do that, you'd be dead. Your messing with gods, good sir, and that is never a wise idea."
"You da-"
A spike hit the man in the head, knocking him unconscious.
Kacen slung him over his shoulder, walked out of the safe house, gingerly stepping over the bodies littering the outside, and shot across the canyon.
An airship came floating gently down, to send him back to base. Mission accomplished.