"Two under that tree."
I casually reported the location of two assassins, and moments later the Clint armor's machine guns lit up with flames—well, if one determined the difference between "gun" and "cannon" by caliber and power, then more accurately they could be called machine cannons.
Golden painted bullets shot out at a furious pace, while bright red flames were spat out by the cannons. Each bullet exploded on contact, which was followed by booms and pitiful screams.
The cannons soon started overheating and were forced to stop firing, but the Clint armor immediately produced a large amount of steam to cool them down. The tall tree, which had been the target, was reduced to a tree stump and shredded wood.
As for the two unlucky individuals hiding in the tree, they were now nothing more than hornet nests. Perhaps it would technically be possible to put them back together again if one tried hard enough.
"Two underground."
