David Bowie
"My my. It looks like we've got a predicament on our hands. Take me up, will you?" The rifle tilted itself upward. Rui grabbed the handle of the bayonet and with a bit of force, slid it off the barrel. When it did, the paint appeared to chip off until what was left was just a standard, black piece of metal and plastic hanging from a perfectly normal nylon strap to Rui's shoulder. The two peered out of the boat's windows and up at the behemoth as they approach Liberty Island almost conveniently just in time to fight it.
"Come on. Let's go. That must be the thing that's interfering with my dinner." The knife drags Rui out of the boat and the skinny Asian male jumps off the side and rolls off onto the island. Whatever it was, if it was made of magic, then it would be no problem for the David Bowie Knife with its particular anti-magic properties. Rui, lifted the knife and without hesitation, jabbed it into what he believed was the ankle of the large shadow beast.