The light plugs proved effective, and the blockage caused the high-speed propelled bullet to explode within the barrel. Those whose weapons were blocked were jolted violently in the recoil, falling to the ground. Some were hit in the head with the rifle, cracking their helmets and knocking them out. Some of the rifles exploded from within, and were rendered useless. Gunfire continued from the far-back ranks, but the approaching soldiers ran at Subject 30, hoping that they could take him out in strong hand-to-hand combat. 

The lassoed soldiers, while resistant to the heat and damage from the light whips, were still carried and tossed around and away. This necessitated a shift in strategy:

Subject 30 was too dangerous to approach mid-way, but in terms of long-range and up-close, the soldiers had a shot. The mortars continued their artillery explosive shots, hoping that the concussive blasts from the explosions would disorientate and perhaps dismember him while the upfront soldiers closed in to take him down fully. The numbers were dwindling, but they were still as deadly.

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The reinforcements were getting closer. Helicopters covered the skies by the dozen, and on the ground, Armoured Personnel Carriers and tanks on full speed, bringing in a literal army of trained soldiers and weapons to rescue any UNARM personnel, and take down any and all threats. If one could look over the huge crater that hid their facility, they were within the horizon, the gunships even closer. 

Gershwin was perched on a rooftop and roared tyrannically.