Rampage wonders if he should feel offended that it took so little cajoling to get Sixshot to shoot him, but he doesn't have long to wonder about it because there's a powerful blast of energy tearing its way through his torso. His back shatters open, spraying burning and melted components across the ground, though most of his internals are straight-up vaporized. One of his arms tears off and goes spinning away as the force of it sends Rampage's body flying to collide with a building.

There's a long silence as the dust settles, Rampage's torn body sprawled out in the rubble of the walls he'd flown through. Sickly green light paints the scene around him, pulsing out from the cavernous hole that was his chest. If one was to approach and stare into it, they'd find a spark floating free and detached within the gap, bright and healthy beyond the fact that it seems to radiate a sense of wrongness.

Crackles of green lightning stab out from the mutant spark, and the gaping wound begins to knit together.