Mesmund frowned as the giant he had startled let out an earsplitting roar into the air. He could feel the atmosphere cool down, probably from the colossal demon's obviously icy aura. He guarded his eyes with his left arm-which was also holding the gun- and lowered it when the roar was finally over.
"I don't like chilly weather. Try having a chain arm."
He complained as he stuffed his right arm into the chain limb, pulling out a handle and a flail of chains that followed after. Time to do his job. Stuffing his gun back to his holster, the hunter charged forward, rolling as a ball of chains and stopping in front of the giant's leg. He propelled himself into the air, and started flailing his weapon violently at the icy limb. The chain head followed his arm, landing blows against the giant demon.