Without waiting for the order, the Astral PMC troops aimed and fired their weapons. Some low-caliber bullets, such as those from standard assault rifles, simply bounced off the flesh, but the autocannon bullets had no problem penetrating the grotesque mass.
The flesh beast roared in fury as it felt the pain from the wounds inflicted by various large-caliber bullets. Its legs slowed down, but it didn't stop until some soldiers aimed their autocannons at its legs and made short work of them.
The grotesque beast falls to the ground as the concrete cracking with its massive body and weight, then the blast of flame from a heavy flamethrower comes burning it to ash. The flesh beast roared in agony thrashing and trying to survive, its unlife dwindling and the roar slowly subsided.