As Valkyrie slumps to the ground, Gaul turns his attention to the skies.

“I suppose I should have known this wouldn’t be easy,” he sighs. “It never is with these things.” 

As he speaks, his eyes become cloudy. Simultaneously, the space between each ship becomes charged with buzzing static. Gaul lifts his right hand and Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, manifests within it. The comm units on every ship begin to transmit his voice, though full of popping interference. 

“And thus *garbled static* sentenced to *more static* OBLIVION.”

The entire sky erupts as electricity engulfs the armada, frying the mechanical and biological with impunity. Gaul turns back to Valkyrie, and grins menacingly.

“Do you enjoy fireworks?”