Return of the King!?

[Eon Saverem]

The revolver swung, his body reacting on basic instinct, pointing at the great sword wielding guard. The brute made a small arc with the tip of his blade, and parried the gunslinger's attack. Eon watch as his brethren was released from his hand, skittering down the alley. His hand still outstretched, Eon's mouth opened in disbelief, and in one defiant swift motion the golden armored guard drove his grieves into the gunslinger's ribs. He tumbled down the alley nearly the same amount of distance as his pistol had in the opposite direction. After rolling, the Plant managed to bring himself to his hands and knees. He began coughing and a small amount of blood dripped from his lips, his hand reaching up to wipe his mouth, as a sharp pain shot through his ribs.

Holy shit... I think one is broken already... what the hell am I going to do.

Heaven's Last Angel brought his leg up and pushed himself up onto his feet. He wavered slightly. The guards looked at one another and back down at their target.

"What's wrong... thought you were supposed to be the return of the King. Such a fragile thing. We're going to break you." The one with the great sword began walking toward Eon.

"Don't get us wrong either... we were going to kill you regardless. Can't have you telling everyone about King Mickey. Its just the fact that you may be Gilgamesh makes you an even bigger deal. You can't be around when our Master follows through with his plans." The halberd wielder followed his comrade.

Eon placed his hand over his injured side, I can't screw around with these guys. Looking to his right he reached down and grabbed the belts that bound his cross in cloth. Where the fuck is Kopaka... I refuse to let these grunts kill me... He lifted the cross and stood it straight up.

"Look, he's going to pray to his god." The swordsman said with a laugh.

"Apparently he forgot there's only one god here." The poleaxe replied, snickering as well.

If I was trying to stay low-key... it looks like that time is all but over. Snapping one of the buckles, the belts slid off and the cloth spirals to the floor to brandish the metal cross. Bringing his hand to his face he grabbed his head wraps, "Pray? Apparently it is you that has forgotten..." ripping the bandages to reveal his face, "I am a God. I am Gilgamesh."