Shadow stepped aside as she watched as the bullets in slow-motion. She moved fast enough to leave a blur as she slammed into the Destroyer and embedded her sword into its throat. The sword pulsed and the Destroyer was dust, its life-energy absorbed into the sword. Thousands of Grunts continued to fall to the mist of the sword. The oldest bodies began to rise and pick up their weapons, only to turn against their brothers and Broodmothers. Unfeeling, uncaring monstrosities began to cut down more of the army, the fallen only rising in a few moments to join the growing undead army. [spoiler]This sword is the definition of Op. And it's Dojo Cannon. (Gotta love quests....)[/spoiler]