Their thick chitin and large bodies stood little to no chance. This gun did the jobs the smaller rifles couldn’t. The thick black arms didn’t even seem to stop the bullets flying at them, exploding into green and black pieces. When one Cloven fell, the gun went silent, making Gilda look at Stavrou. Seeing him frown, she wondered if something went wrong, but after pulling back on that handle once more, he continued firing. One by one, the Cloven fell, and only a few seconds after the last one collapsed did Stavrou finally stop. 