Cane went up to the stand. The jury was about to sentence him to his death. The verdict was called by the jury. Guilty of everything. Hobart Cane, terrorist extraordinaire. He who built a robot army to crush the country the Thompsons tried so hard to build, and almost successful too. The few elite from the super task force nearly failed. So many casualties for the living. The judge asked if Cane had any last words. “Just this,” he said. He stomped the ground. An enormous resonating sound reverberated back. “Stomp the ground; resonating sound surrounds me. A power best described as ‘Godly’.” The ground quaked violently. The guards shot at him. His blood splattered the wall. His limp body on the ground, hidden by the stand. The shaking stopped for a moment. Everyone sighed in relief. Everyone was beginning to leave as the center walk way burst open as a new Cane erupted from the ground. He floated, held up by rocket feet. It was clearly an android designed to look like Mr. Cane. “Shatter the flesh and reinforce the bone. Embrace the carbon mesh; powers all my own.” His arms turned into Vulcan machine guns and started slaughtering the people in the room. Bullet holes, gore, grey matter. It erased the live in the room like a child rips apart toy clay, and as carelessly as people step on insects. It busted through the roof of the building. The gunfire caught the ears of many surrounding individuals. Many bloody corpses took their place very quickly. The Town of Maiznos, population 50k would quickly drop to population 2000. As the machine guns ran out of ammo, a new mechanism began to start up. A hell-matter bomb in layman's terms. A thermonuclear bomb which also utilizes a secondary napalm charge to ensure the surrounding area is totally and utterly scorched and worthless. The torso elongated as the bomb armed. The military couldn't arrive fast enough, and there was no one with the capability to stop it anyways. The city was vibrant and orderly one day, and hellscape in seconds.
