He looked so bad ass right now, he wished someone was recording this, as his Katana impaled yet another guard. With a slash, several other Guards went down. They stood no chance to Dave.
No one did.
But he was being swarmed, overwhelmed, and nearly hit at least once or twice, making him just the tiniest bit agitated. He didn't want to use his main power, because that would make this a little too easy. Ah, what the hell. Let's spit fire, shall we?
So, he spit fire. Quite literally. Several burning corpses hit the ground as he spun 360 degrees, slashing with his Katana. The Guard's had dwindled down to virtually nothing, and Dave felt rather satisfied as the remaining ones were smart enough (or more likely scared) to keep their distance and try shooting him.
Distance? What distance?
Five left. Easy pickings. One second, he was in the path of their bullets, the next, he was behind two, classically bashing their heads together. "I always wanted to do that." He says aloud to no one in particular, because hearing his own voice is just that cool. With three to go, he was getting cocky, lowering his defenses. Not like that mattered.
The others died in less than half a second.