"Overkill? Nah, nah..." [i]He took his hands off of the FAL, leaving it hanging on the forest green cord-thing that attached to it. He stuck his hands out, blue... pixels starting to float off of his outstretched palms as... something started to materialize. It took a good few seconds, but soon enough, he held what was... absolutely a fuсking cannon. Its barrel was roughly half his total height, while the "magazine" below it was at least as big as his chest, filled with what seemed to be 90mm shells.[/i] "...this would be overkill." [i]He chuckled softly, somehow managing all that weight with his own two arms... A handful of seconds later, the cannon had been dematerialized.[/i]