"Five rounds rapid. Fire!"
The bolt pistols thundered again. Each round found its mark, and fifty more bodies were reduced to bloody fragments.
At Zahariel’s command, the squad took one last step back and fired five more rounds into the press. Firing bolts locked back on empty magazines as fifty more bodies erupted into gory mist. The mob had been cut in half in the span of twenty seconds

Fallen Angels pg. 219