IC: Odin wriggled and struggled as much as he could, but Silph had a death grip on him.
He couldn't stop it.
"Employee...Gaurd...genet-"
Odin couldn't finish his sentence unfortuntely, as the Rift cannon in his throat sent a powerful report striasght upwards, shattering the lightd above him and crippling a better part of the fixtures.
A large concave mark was left on the roof of the room.
Odin looked horrified.
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I see you jockin' me.
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