[b]Heads suddenly pop like balloons as a seven foot figure lays waste with a revolver twice the size of his head. He has enough holes in him for him to die three times over... Even at his size. But he just keeps firing, his rounds heavy explosives as he burns through clip after clip.[/b] [i]"Damn things attacked in my sleep!"[/i] [b]He grumbles, pulling a triple barreled shotgun from his back and firing away as incendiaries of abnormal proportions explode into green flames.[/b]