Utility Rifle

The Protectorate fell from the sky, creating a crater on the ground below him. He slowly stood up, taking all the ensuing chaos around him. He drew his Utility Rifle from his back; the Rifle hummed to life. He lifted it near his lips and spoke through it.
	"Blast Plasma, Armor Piercer, Automatic." The Rifle's circular chamber revolved and clicked in reply. He moved across the cratered battleground, mortar shells and rounds can be seen in the middle of those craters. He looked around, studying his surroundings. When he saw an armored Olympian, covered from head to toe in blue Mars Armor, he aimed at him and fired. The Olympian let out an amplified scream as the voice filter on his helmet emitted the sound. He fell to the ground with a smoking chest, Laser Spear falling from his hand. The Protectorate continued, seeing bodies in black armor; soldiers from the Remnant of Saint Michael, they were allies, and those of the Olympians in blue, Poseidon's puppets. He marched across the cratered battlezone once more, aiming from left to right. A laser hit his left shoulder somewhere from the left. The assailant was covered by grey smoke. He returned fire; the Olympian's head disappeared in an instant. The headless body fell in a heap. He marched again, ready to fight.