In the moment of confusion the last cyborg notices me as my custom revolver is brought to bear at him. One blast followed by 2 more each at his legs, the first at the shoulder of his gun arm. He lay on his back crawling towards the door and I walk slowly towards him. "You know every good weapon has a name" He screamed some explicative at me in another language. "You Diablo's think yourselves king sh1t of turd island" I aim the weapon at his head "I thought of a perfect name for my weapon, Obituary" Another explicative followed by an empty threat at my life. "I'll call it that because it's the last thing you'll ever get from me" The last bark ended his life. I joined the Knights on the roof in the choppers