Spoilers for "The Circle Undone" campaign
Tony leaned against the Church door, breathing heavy. The wailing dead filled the air, pouring in and out of the fractured sky as reality itself buckled under the weight of the Silver Twilight Lodge's hubris.
"I am so tired," the bounty hunter whispered, feeling the culminated trauma of the last week's events spill over his body.
"Tony Morgan." Carl Sanford walked down the road, the unhallowed spirits parting from the old man's path. "I had such faith in you, lad. You could have been one of the greatest Knights in the Lodge's history. An exemplar in our moment of triumph! Instead, you are an ant..." he inhaled and reality flexed around him. "... where I have become a god."
Tony forced himself to his feet. "It was a pretty good plan, Carl. But you forgot one thing."
"And what is that?"
With the speed he had built his entire reputation around, Tony pulled Lupara from his coat. Sanford barely had time to register the weapon before she sang her violent song twice. The old man fell to the ground, screaming as he clutched at his bloody legs.
Tony blew smoke out of Lupara's twin barrels. "Gods don't have kneecaps."
10/10 would kill endgame boss in one turn again.