Mother Mary with a shotgun: Gonzo

"Mother Mary with a shotgun!" he breathed. And indeed, it was. She stepped down from her pedestal with an AK-47 slung over her shoulder and a real businesslike look in her eyes. Her robes shifted to blue-and-white arctic camo, her halo snapped down a rifle sight, but her mouth remained curved in that all-knowing, all-forgiving smile. The children were getting a bit out of hand, but mother was here to set things straight. The first nephalim charged forward with a scream and was mowed down. It slid to die at her feet, looking up in hope? sorrow? fear? She signed the cross on its forehead. "And you shall be in heaven with me this evening."

Inspiration: Some discussion of gonzo writing the other night.
Story Potential: Er--medium-high?
Notes: Still not the style that comes most naturally to me, though. And feels like it's missing something.