Ivan laughed, a deep-chested sound booming from his lungs. "More babies? I don't want to keep them." He unslung the rifle from his shoulders and settled into a crouch and aimed down the iron sights. not a moment later did a meter long tongue of fire burst from the rifle, the internal rails accelerating its metallic ammunition. The recoil would have easily caused an unarmored human being to dislocate his shoulder at best but the armor absorbed it, the rifle only kicking satisfyingly against his shoulder as he watched as the closest target's skull turned into red vapor. It was almost like punching holes into paper.<br/><br/>Another clashed into him, his blades bouncing off the armor. Ivan laughed again, swinging out the butt of the rifle to knock the man down onto his back before lowering the barrel and firing a quick burst of three to finish the job.