Things were already quite a mess, but somebody had to up and bring high-powered lasers into the mix and...yeah, that was more than a mess-squared. Jericho didn't have much time to wonder over it; he had to neutralize as many trigger-happy novices as he could before somebody got really hurt.

It seemed, though, as he stumbled across the gruesome scene, he was too little, too late for some. Skidding to a halt, he stared, wide-eyed and aghast, at what was no doubt way more brutality than truly necessary. The trail of his gaze led inevitably to the one living thing still standing in the area. His forehead began to wrinkle with the pinch of his eyebrows. Why...?