Springlatch looked about at his sign of great fortune at the room he happened to have entered. A grin creeped across his muzzle as he grabbed a flash and the strongest explosive shot for the bowguns he could find with nothing but a brief skim about. Quickly he armed the flashbomb and hurled it out the window towards the brute wyverns' head and quickly hefted up a bowgun and loaded up the round. He took aim and quickly fired off the weapon at one of the turrets. And sent himself sliding back some, or tumbling if the round was heavy enough, from the kickback of the shot. Understandably surprised by how powerful it was and how easy seasoned gunners made it look firing off those rounds. While Springlatch might have been familiar with firing a bowgun, he was not experienced with them.