Narrator: Colonel Drake Pranger's dying act was a violent one. He thumbed a variable-grenade to "6" and lobbed it straight at Sergeant Schlock.
Narrator: Variable grenades are expensive ordnance. You pay as much for just one as you'd pay for six single-purpose grenades.
Narrator: If you're only carrying one or two grenades, though, it's worth the money to be able to throw exactly the damage you want.
Narrator: In this case, Pranger wants to throw enough damage to kill everyone in the room, whether or not they happen to be wearing armor.
Narrator: Setting number six yields and explosively expanding cloud of nearly-fusing plasma, which will deposit far more heat on fullerene armor weaves than even powered fullerene suits can compensate for.
Narrator: An armored man like Tagon could jump on it, but that would only result in him dying a bit sooner than everyone else.
Narrator: Elf spins in time to see it pass just inches from her face.
Narrator: Tagon watches it helplessly. . .
Narrator: Schlock eats it.