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[i]What Higan didn't know and couldn't see, was that his target hadn't been trapped. It had been too far forwards, and too soft, too gooey to be cast off of its perch by the force of the broad wall slamming into its backside. As soon as the monster had finally damaged its target, it would lunge to its right, throwing its weight to the side as it shoved off with its tail and both arms, contracting the tail up after it. Much to the beast's chagrin, the skin of its belly would rip right off as it did so. Apparently the shock of the wall had hurt it worse than it had thought. Regardless, such was the monster's strength and weight that this did not slow it down in the slightest. A moment later, a cloud of sparks and rock erupted from where it had been as the powerful machine gun tore through the wall like O.J Simpson on a hot date. Slimy was not done, though. It certainly had the strength to bust bullet proof glass, but for a good while there it had been doubting its own might. Its pathetic attempt to damage the mech with a rock had done more damage to the creature's self esteem than it had to the lens, and now that it knew at least a tiny part of the mech was breakable, it wanted to make sure that part was thoroughly fucked. It could still sense that some glass was left. Two-Leggers were dangerous game, and Slimy hadn't lived so long by being careless. One slip up was all it took, and if humans really put their mind to it, not even the baddest creature this side of the Milky Way could hope to save itself. Before it did a victory dance in front of its enemy, it wanted to make sure said enemy couldn't pump a round the size of a donkey dick into its evil little eye socket.

In mid-air, before it landed two yards on the mech's right, it would have extracted a huge bite from its left wing. Auto cannibalism. It could sacrifice unnecessary body parts in order to heal what portions it needed more. On landing it would take another big bite, this time out of its right wing. It needed its tail healed for its next purpose. The flashing of the machine gun ignited a cacophony of reflected fireworks within the horror's onyx eyes. The fresh tail would delve beneath the layer of bones, the tip curling about and sticking to a jagged, two pound rock. Rocks were everywhere down here, and certainly made wonderful improvised weapons. 
Hoping that the pilot hadn't yet caught on, Slimy would unleash its attack. Putting the heft of its whole body into the strike, it would whip its tail up like a high velocity sling, the stone on the end actually whistling as it tore the air. The tail was not long enough to fully reach the lens from ground level, but it could get close enough to make aiming redundant when it released the rock and let it fly, carrying more than enough force to shatter what cracked remains were left of the big lens. The jagged edges ensured that the power would have a focal point, minimalizing the possibility of the hard rock breaking when it struck. It carried more than twice as many muscles in its tail than an elephant did in its trunk, roughly ninety-thousand. The velocity of the Magna Pater's tail at full swing could reach up to four times the speed of its lethal arms, and the heft of the basalt on the end barely slowed it down. Just short of three-hundred miles per hour. Depending on the position of the sniper rifle and the mech's right arm, the tail would soar either over or under it.[/i]