That brief moment of glory, that feeling of control, was rudely interrupted by the notion that something very wrong was happening. He seemed to notice it before Cubicle did. His old rival was completely oblivious. Cubicle’s gleaming teeth could have lit up whole cities as he smiled on the crowd like a damned fool, then turned to Ruff and kept on smiling. It wasn’t until a thin red laser bored a perfectly round hole through his coif that he, too, realized something very wrong was happening.
His smile began to fade.
More red lasers appeared, shot out randomly from the audience. Some didn’t travel more than a few meters before finding another body to slam into. Others began punching holes in the stage equipment, generating sparks and small fires. Ruff halfway hoped this was some part of the
