They had him cornered. He could not fight back. He was gone, and with Him went all that mattered.
He watched as their eyes flicked over him, as one set stopped on His deck. A fire filled him. They could hurt him but they would never touch His deck, the only thing He had left behind.
He growled low in his throat. They would not take his deck with him around.
They advanced on him and he held his ground. Now he could fight.