Throw the Girl Down

"I guess... you guys aren't." Lucille gave a faint smile, her tone breezy yet assured. One of the mutants behind called out, "Stop wasting time with her, take action. Just throw the girl down!" The swarm of grim mutants hurled themselves at Lucille. Lucille gave a small sigh. She couldn't evade the inevitable. All she could do was meet the challenge before finding a chance to escape. Otherwise, she could never fend off so many iron-bodied men. Lucille glanced behind her, planning an escape route, but just as the mutants surged towards her, a furious and old voice resounded from the back... "Halt!" The voice was booming and carried such tremendous power that it nearly pierced the eardrum. All the mutants simultaneously shivered, immediately halting their actions before standing respectfully along the sides, daring not to move. Lucille looked toward the source of the sound, only to see a frail-looking old man standing far away. The figure seemed somewhat stooped, his hair completely gray