> fire light cannon at stuff
You whip out your light cannon, look around for something to frag - hey, what's that overhead? A Wingweaver? Perfect! - and squeeze the trigger.
Like a violent gash across reality, an awful blast of light slices through the air and strikes the beautiful Wingweaver in the head. It emits a single gasp of despair before its pain-wracked body bursts into a shimmering torrent of glowing ichor. Ewww, angel blood!
Everybody present suddenly turns toward you, with fire in their eyes. You just commited wanton Angelicide in the presence of the Supreme Deities!
> but I'm okay, right? You said God forgives everything?