*The cards flash out, blindingly fast. They seemingly come from all directions, and several make it past and cut his arms and legs.* Jean: Back! Get back!
*Prophet points the strange new mixture of Warmind, Alhambrain, and biological tech rifle at a useless piece of machinery, and fires. It disintegrates.* Prophet: Hmm... more power than I wanted...
Kaiser Adolf: I do not consider transmission private nor face to face. Should I meet you where you, or shall we meet at a neutral thrid party to discuss this?
*It's the Kaiser, and he looks slightly peeved.* Kaiser Adolf: Ba'al, I wish to a have a word with you. Face to face, and in private, about this whole Imperium thing. It is... very alarming. To the rest of the multiverse.