Bullets flew at Zynner's army as he stood in front of his army. The nation of Glimpe refused to surrender, like many others who were unaware of Zynner's power. After all, he conquered nations one by one after his own, Winjetto. The bullets hit his men, but Zynner himself stood unphazed. The bullets were suspended in the air. Zynner turned them around and shot them back twice as fast as the army's own guns could. Men collapsed immediately as holes covered heads. Bullets rained back and forth between the two armies, and as yells filled the air, Zynner smiled in the middle of it all. Bullets zoomed past him, but he didn't react in the slightest. He just kept walking through the battle and the enemy army. When he got close enough to the enemies, he wrapped himself in hostile wind. It covered his army like armor, and when a soldier tried to stab him, the knife flew out of his hand. The area was cleared as grenades we're thrown at him, but he would simply lift them with wind and make them explode in the army. He lifted tanks into the air and crushed them into cubes the size of his head, easily. Missiles and everything else the army had tried to kill the leader, but he walked out of the battle unscathed, allowing his army and the enemy to continue fighting. Zynner was invincible.
He made his way to the general and forced a surrender, assuming Glimpe's army into his own. Soon, he controlled the army of the whole nation. That's two nations worth of manpower. He flew to the president in a few seconds, who was across the large country. "Now, Mr. Collins, I understand that my arrival is on a very short notice, but listen to me. I've got control of your army, so realistically, what can you do to stop me?" The president's legs shook, but he tried to maintain his calm. "I don't care who you are, of whatever superpowers you have, I am the leader of this nation, and no one can take it fr-" Zynner gripped the president by the neck, using his right arm, and lifted him. Collins could feel the cold, steel-like material practically stuck to his skin. As he was raised up, Zynner's grip tightened. The president felt the print of the glove being molded into his flesh. Zynner looked him in the eye in silence, watching the life drain from his eyes. Collins' grip weakened, but before he could die, Zynner let him go and forced air into his lungs, reanimating the near corpse. Collins crawled away from Zynner, but he slammed the door behind the president. There was no escape. "Now then, I will ask you again. Hand over the office, and you will live. Maybe then, I will only make you my servant. The president agreed in fright. "Good, I'm glad we came to an agreement. And neither of our lives were lost in the pro-" "FIRE!" The president yelled hoarsely as his fifteen bodyguards shot at Zynner. Their rifles shook them vigorously as the room was lit up. Every bullet was stopped by a wind wall Zynner created. The sounds of bullets touching the ground filled the room immediately after the sounds of gunshots. "Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!" Was all that was heard. What was felt, however, consisted solely of terror. The guards ran away, but were gathered by a wind ring, and yanked back into the office. The force broke the wall surrounding the door. "You all stay here, I'll be right back." Zynner boomed out of the room, and returned seconds later with a camera. "Let's get this show on the road!" He said as he broadcasted himself on national television. "Hello, Glinpe! Here I have your president, Simon Collins! Well, your used-to-be president, anyway." Zynner walked back and forth across the room as he spoke. "Now, you may be wondering why, exactly, Collins here is your ex-president. Let me show you." Zynner grinned as he made a circular saw out of wind. "Whatever goodbyes you have for your former president, speak them now, or forever hold your peace." Zynner said as the saw hovered over the president. He waited a minute or so before saying "Okay, your time is up. Or should I say… his time is up." The saw was slowly brought down towards the president. He began screaming in horror, tears running down his face as he begged to be spared. "Please, I'll do anything, please! My family! My nation! They need me! I want to live!!!" The president shouted with the voice he had, which was little, given the fact that his tears choked him up. "I'm just joking, relax man. We'll have more fun than that!" Zynner said with a laugh. This was the most joy the man had shown in a while.
On the contrary, the president sobbed harder after hearing that second sentence. The guards behind him began getting bigger. They were inflating like balloons. As they did so, their eyes began to come out of their head and their skin started to tear. They screamed, and as they did so, Zynner zoomed in with the camera. Bones snapped from the pressure and there were thirty eyeballs on the ground now. With one last push, every guard exploded simultaneously. The room was painted red. Bits of bone, organ, and muscles decorated the room. "How was the balloon show, everyone? Hope you liked it!" Zynner chuckled. "And now, for the final act! Starring the man of the hour, Simon Collins!" Zynner tried to say over the screams of Collins. "Now then, for my last trick, I'll put an end to this man's misery." "N-n-no wait p-please! You said I c-could live!" "Yeah, well, here's a lesson for all the kids watching at home: never trust anyone." Zynner said with a cold tone. The saw was re-conjured, and it chopped off one of the president's arms. That followed with another arm slice. He screamed. Zynner stayed silent. "And now, for the grand finale." Zynner pressed together the arms, filling the cracks they made in each other with wind, conjoining them. He then fixed the hands into an arrow tip-like shape and stabbed them into the president's heart. He pulled apart the arms with his bare hands, put one back in, and used wind to move the finger muscles, making them grab and rip out the heart. "Surely, you all can infer that I am your new ruler, yes? Now that I have asserted that, here are this nation's new rules…"