The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[AngeldelaMuerte]

With silly teleportation technology completely nullified, the Angel of Death sets about doing what she does best. Pointing a finger upwards she avenges the death of her pet dragon by draining the energy from all organic and inorganic matter in Douglas's fleet. The now suddenly inert chunks of material slam to the ground around the Hut (miracleously not crushing it in the process) and begin disolving into a fine powder as the energy bonding their atoms together fades away.
Petey, the not-quite-fast-enough-this-time AI finds itself ripped from it's comfortable home, and now hovering in front of a very pissed off Angel of Death.

"Kill my dragon will you? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"001100110110101001! 0011100! 0011100010101! 00111000110011!"
"Riiiiiight..."

Detatching a demon's arm, Angel uses it like a baseball bat and smacks the module containing Petey high into the air. Renegade, having gone outside for some fresh air, sees Petey rising from the area of the Hut, opens fire with his Red Hot Poker Cannon. Petey, now riddled with red hot pokers and little more than a semisolid blob splats onto the roof of the Forum Grill and solidifies into a completely inert coating for the roof.

"That's enough carnage for me for one day. I'll let someone else deal with those Dreadnoughts. I'm too full."