She readied to return to the fray, but Fargo had already positioned herself before the lobster. Round after round of gunfire pelted the thing directly in its idiotic face. After a few seconds of sustained fire, the face completely caved in.

Its head became a misshapen lump of gray matter as Fargo continued unrelenting. It tried to swipe at them but its motions were so sluggish and delayed that even Fargo had no difficulty evading, not even having to stem her fire. The lobster howled, shivered, and expired. Its body slumped forward against the edge of the precipice, its head bowed in monkish repose.

(Chapter 8)