[Salone]

For the first time, Na'lsa let fear press its tendrils in to his mind. For all of his boasting over his power of flesh, it would do him a fat lot of good with it encased in armor, totally inaccessible to his influences. Combined with the lumbering beast of a vehicle and the sheer amount of weaponry focused on their little group, he was simply outclassed. He stood dumbfounded for a moment, comprehending what had just happened to him. Was he really the Son of God, if he had not power over these men? When sheets of metal could render him impotent and helpless, was he really the Messiah he claimed?

Na'lsa fell to his knees. He put is hands behind his head, attempting to appear meek. He spoke in a slow and purposeful manner, attempting to sound authoritative in some ploy to remain in some kind of power.

"Please. We arrive without ill will. We are but travelers in these blasted lands."