A pair of startled guards burst into the room .
“About time,” Kelsier notes, raising a hand and Pulling on one of the soldier’s swords. It whipped out of the sheath, spinning of the air and streaking toward Kelsier point-first. He extinguished his iron, stepping to the side and catching the sword by its hilt as momentum carried it past.
“Mistborn!” the guard screamed.
Kelsier smiled and jumped forward.
Ok, at this point it’s like, could you try not being cool? Like just for two seconds? Like, just chill and be a little “meh” for like two seconds? No? We, uh, we gotta kill more people in a super cool overly dramatic fashion? Yeah, sure, you know what, whatever. No problem, just... yeah, be cool I guess. Since that’s all you know how to freakin do. Just go be super cool.