It was a few tense minutes before anything happened, and when it came, it was intense. The blasts doors went from still and silent, no indictation anybody was there to exploding, literally, as a massive wall of fire erupted put like the breath of a very pissed off dragon. This, of course, incinerated all that were in its field of effect. A faint outline of a boy could be seen walking among the flames, shooting dark energy blasts from his hands to kill those survivors of the fire. At the same time, soldiers, humans and supernatural alike began to grab thier heads, fall to thier knees, or even raise tier weapons to end thier life. The eyes wide in fear, as thier minds were prisoner of the boy and he showed them thier worst fears. Sniper's on roofs threw themselves from the top. The Heretic turned and looked directly at Gareth. Who's gun flew from his as if ripped by a telekintic force. It obvious, something about Gareth had earned the boy's attention, and an event that would scare even the bravest, except maybe the dark lord, the boy was singling out gareth. The one who single handedly killed a battalion's worth of soldiers in under a minute.