"I came here to show these vultures that a king can still kill a god," Christ cried out, his teeth bared.
The heavy plasma firearm trembled violently in his grip, its power cell humming with an unstable, high-pitched whine that cut through the silence of the Floating Gardens. Laura did not dare to breathe, her fingers digging deeper into the smooth fabric of Gerald’s evening coat as the crowd pressed back against the crystalline railings.
"Your weapon is uncalibrated, Christ," Gerald noted, his tone completely flat as he took an unhurried step forward.
"Do not test me, Vanguard," Christ shrieked, his wild, bloodshot eyes tracking the subtle movement.
"The thermal containment unit on that specific model is currently leaking radiation into your own palm," Gerald remarked calmly.
"You ar
