"Of course," he said, and the answer was
monster, but even that was not true, not quite. Abomination, perhaps, was more fitting, born from blood and bathed in it too, an existence that served only to reap, to destroy, to salt and burn the earth itself.
(And hadn't he tried, too? With a force worse than this?)
Kostya aimed his gun to the sky, and arcing numbers began to spiral around his weapon in a great whirl, growing vast and firing into the air like a beam, concentrated blasts so close together the eye couldn't discern.
And then the beam cut out, snuffed into darkness-- and there was silence. One moment, two, a stillness in the air.
And then they rained down, a plague in cyan and crimson, erupting into electric bursts as they landed, electrocuting whatever they touched. Kostya included.
hp 29
dmg 9
charge 3/3
