Armed personnel rush into the room. They point machine guns and rifles at the boy and his companion.
The boy utters a single command: “Rabmon, slaughter them.”
The strange creature next to him nods, then flies at the guards at mach speed, dodging bullets with ease. Stray bullets fly close to the boy, but an invisible force stops them in midair.
The weird dragon-like creature creates miniature tornadoes, and its eyes glow neon red. It pounces on every resisting person it sees, sinking fangs into them, and twisting their necks with its tail.
It moved with such speed and precision that, to the security guards, it was invisible, a deadly force that caused the dozens of armed men covered in bulletproof armor to drop dead without warning. So fast even, that before they could even surrender, they were bleeding out or just outright dead.
A scientist was lying on the floor, panicked. The boy kneeled down next to him, lifted his chin using a hand, and spoke in a soft voice. “When Rabmon here saved me, I had a name tag on me saying Joseph. I prefer the name the prophets gave. You can call me Hope.”