"But its the fact that I can't that doesn't make sense." Varger declares, his eyes were not those of a human, they revealed something distant and differant in them. He holds his right arm outwards. At the back of the appendage three large tubes emerge and connects with a pack that had assembled on his back. His lower arm split apart and the Faelon from the resevoirs was released, hardened then moved to a position around his arm. It made a long, angular barrel, nearly the size of Varger. It got thicker as it got closer to the rear of his arm, numerous blue lights flickering along the Particle Driver he had formed. Viscious spikes and antennae covered his shoulder and upper arm while several small wires all over the weapon flailed lazily, like the coral of the sea. "How could I lose with this?" He then enters a braced position, claws sprouting through his shoes which anchor him to the ground, a targeting overlap appeared as a distinct crosshair over his right eye which had become slitted also. His left arm rested on the top of the barrel and the weapon began to whir as he aimed it around, passing it past Kefka before resting his sights on a building behind him.