Years of his experience in using the M4 carbine, even if artificial, came into use. As he pressed the trigger, aiming the crosshair of his ironsight slightly above the tentacles.
The bullets flew out of the barrel, creating flashes in the dark of the night.
Flying through the air they rained upon the tentacles of the monster, but that did almost little to no damage due to the hardened flesh on it.
Sparks burst out as the bullets collided with the tentacles.
Still, despite not delivering any damage it was enough to throw off the monster and delay its attack on Luna.
"Come on, don't sleep on me now. No way I'm handling this shit alone," Allen mumbled to himself as he took steps forward toward the monster while continuing the fire.
Luna still hadn't gotten back into her senses and was lying defenselessly on the ground. There was a limit on how much he could delay the monster from this distance.
