Emerald Supershotgun

The emerald Knight trudged through the slough of gore and bile he had created, it was slowing him down. He grew weary and sat upon his throne, and ordered his servants with an impossible task: Make him a monster. In the presence of the Green Knight, there are none who flinch before certain death, undying and absolute. These servants toiled to the bone, making good for their superior, until it was presented by the SoothSayer Ballargh, on his knees before the throne'd knight.

Take it. It is yours.