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The Few cringed at the new sight before them. Gone was the rune-edged albino, replaced by a hideous creature whose face - alright, the one on top of the thing - was a skull with red eyes. Now we're talking, went the strange thoughts of Jonathan.
"Adam, you should've left the beheading later," called John. "You could have stabbed him in the fa- in the skull."
"Right," said Max, stepping forward and brandishing his bionic arm. "Step back guys, I'm gonna try somethin'. I rarely get to check out all the features on this arm, but I think there's a mega-beam on this bad boy."
"Is there nothing you cannot do with that arm, Max?" asked John in an airy, mocking tone.
"Well, travelling through time's one of 'em." The palm of the metal hand opens up, revealing a circular oculus that begins to glow blue, humming like a plane engine coming from far away. "Stand back guys," Max repeated. "From what I remember, the beam gets pretty big and deadly. Oh shit," he added as Laadan got real close to the god and let loose a clap of gigantic proportions. Despite his rather hunched vocabulary, the term "collateral damage" was worming it's way through his thick skull.
By now the glow was now incandescent. He always had to choose the right moment to unleash the building energy of the cannon; go too early, and it could barely make a dent, too late and he could become geography. Now he was facing the conundrum of either waiting for the alien to get out and the way and risk an earth-shattering kaboom, or unleash it now and potentially destroy both Laadan and Cardes.
Favouring survival over empathy, he fired his cannon, hoping to whoever god was listening that Laadan would get out of the way in time. The beam spanned in a diameter of ten feet and glowed a nuclear green.