"I believe, ma'am, that the objective of this mission is political dominion, the establishment of a legitimate government and the glorious refounding of the state of California beneath a constitutional governor," said the Angel of War. "A [RIGHTEOUS] cause if there ever was one! But you, too, have a point."

The Angel of War snapped its gunpowder pistols to its sides. Then its torso snapped around and it drew a pair of obviously damaged archaic laser blasters. When it pulled the trigger it did not send a clean, precise cutting light - it sent a flamethrower blast of broken air scorching across the battlefield. It stepped around, torso swinging wildly as its arms independently spread and waved, cutting a huge saturation zone of fire across the center of the battlefield. Its own allies ran in terror. The broken guns burned red-hot against armoured metal hands. The machine's head did not move, but the 360 degree visor gap in its metal helmet glinted red as camera lenses within swung about, marking target after target, until all around it was conflagration.

"There we go!" said the Angel of War, holstering its flamethrower devices as the world around it burned. "Surely now there can be no objection to our honourable single combat!"