Supposed to be a bunch of weapons: A rifle and a chainsaw with dragon-shaped attachments

Backstory:

It was a cool day. With the sun about to set, an old man, full from a hearty supper, sits down on an old, rickety chair and lights a cigar. In the top left of his shirt, a badge can be found: a dragon with runic characters surrounding it, as if to give magical protection to the dragon within.

To the wall hung a frame with symbols which the man could remember their meanings clear as those fateful days: 92720; their leader KC, was quarantined after she mentioned the so-called "ineffable name" and angered a bunch of ultranationalists. 101920; KC's quarantine ended, and the ultranationalists launched their attack on the same time: sending spams and death threats, with their ultimate goal being to wipe her from the face of the earth. It was there he reflected on the two weapons he brought with him during the conflict: A modified M1 Garand fitted with a dragon-shaped scope, and a chainsaw with its body looking like a dragon head. The blade contains the same runic characters as his badge and fills the man with sadness first, followed by rage and thirst for vengeance.

Below the frame is an offering table of sorts. In it lay some oranges, a bayonet knife, candles and incense, as if to honor his comrades who have perished in the war, and to bless whose still alive. The weapons now flank the table and frame, covered with dust as their work is finished years ago.

With the cigar now a stub, reflections made, and his thirst for vengeance restrained. He said a mantra: "Live and Prosper" before extinguishing the cigar, brushed his teeth, and went to sleep.