Such was a carnival of gore and despair, indeed. There now flew a stream of crimson wine made of human blood, while lumps of meat lying everywhere that were freshly cut out of the dead ones' flesh. The monster picked up a bloodied limb on the ground, cut off from its owner, and tasted it, munching on its flesh. At such disgusting sight, a soldier, who had been hiding near the monster's flank, screamed and jerked off his hand-cannon's trigger. A laser shot managed to land on the monster's right hand, and made it drop its delicious snack. Yet, this proved to be a rather foolish act-let alone the fact whether it had practically hurt his beastly opponent, for it had well succeeded in drawing the beast's attention to the actor of such folly himself. Soon, his head and upper torso were flying afar, roughly ripped off from where they had belonged. Blood spurted out like a fountain, and the rest of the victim's body collapsed shortly.
