Corvain was outside running and firing his gun and the giant wyrm, firing lightning infused bullets, and regular ones in case the lightning amplified ones didn't make it to the beast. "Nothing is working, the damned things hide is to tough." He yells, communication devices inside his suit projecting the shout to the others easily over the din of battle. "We need a plan of attack, or seeing as how no attack is working a plan of evacuation for the people. A mass exodus to another town."