*Mortar was beginning to panic, his abilities were slowed, almost negated. But he was part demon as well, he thought these didn't affect him. Apparently they did. Mortar was beginning to get pissed. He didn't want to do this too early, but he had to do what he had to do to survive. And with that, he pulled out something no one would have expected: a taser. Why the taser? The answer was unknown to Armageddon, but Mortar instantly knew what to do with it. This would almost ensure that he at least barely survived.* I must inform you that I am not one to be -blam!-ed with, my dear enemy. You are facing a being who has won countless wars, destroyed more Universes than Rick and Morty, and still has time to make 1970s-2020s pop-culture references. You are but an apparition, and you shall be defeated. Maybe not for the last time, but now I'm realizing that I've talked too long. *And with that, he aimed it at his chest, and fired. What happened next, well, let's just say you didn't expect it. He was passed out on the ground, his acidic blood mixing with his drool on the ground, eating away at shrapnel on the ground.*