Varger stopped pacing and roared he fired every weapon on the ship. Every one. Shart Turrets tore buildings apart, Nanite missles corkscrewed through air, Gauss discharges atomised sphereical clumps of land. His target was reality itself and his weapon fired at every concievable ange, into the sky, straight across the horizon or down to earth. He watched the blossoming explosions from the cockpits as the onslaught continued.
