Shell casings hit the gravel driveway nearly as fast as they streamed from a semi-animated chunk of steel into which they were fed.
Springs pushed where they pushed, the bolt clacked where it clacked; an acrid cloud of smoke rose in the air.
Nearby, a great brown mass of meat and bone convulsed, still standing though perforated by hot lead.

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