They send sharp-shooters

Not a ASSHOLE FOE is around to be found. You laugh and strut and gloat with glory. Then you see a reflection of light from a sniper rifle and you spring to the ground. A bullet meant for your heart slams into your mega weapon knocking it over. You crawl towards the ruined building you blasted for cover. Bullets rip the earth around you with hard punches. Fucking hell!