Running amok aboard the
Beowulf, Raven could've destroyed anything he came across with the numerous explosives on the utility belt around the waist of his exoskeleton, but he didn't. He had a singular goal here. A goal of murder. That murder would be flawless, and executed from behind. The b*****d didn't deserve to have a duel.
Gripping his meter and a half Face Pleaser, Raven approached the next area more slowly, hearing talking. With a blink, the hearing enhancement of his exoskeleton's helmet activated, allowing him to hear the conversation better. It was mainly some whiny b***h making emo comments, and he was about to chuck a grenade in the room to remedy the problem of an emo, but then he heard the name. The name of his target.
Gaara.
Not making a sound, his stride light, Raven began to encroach upon his target, the huge rifle in his hands held at a slight tilt toward the ground, stock pressing against his shoulder. A quick flick of the firing selector brought it to the grenade function, which would allow him to fire the radiation-tipped grenade in the launcher on the side of the rifle's barrel. Upon hitting something hard, the glass tip of the grenade would explode, causing highly-corrosive radioactive waste to splash all over the point of impact. Not only could the waste melt through a two meter thick block of titanium in thirty seconds, but the radiation it released was strong enough to cause the skin of the unprotected to melt, and the other nasty side effects.
Now that Raven thought about it, the radiation could spread throughout the entire ship in a matter of minutes, killing any organism without a radiation-proofed suit. Machines were immune, of course.
(Note: He is NOT in the room yet.)