The gun is just a launching chamber for the rocket slugs, and they pack the punch of a forty-five.

I had my GyroJet and a sparse handful of rocket slugs in one pocket.

The rocket slug went past my ear with a nasty zzzwip, leaving an acrid trail of burned propellant.

A rocket slug crashed through the open canopy above my head and I ducked cursing.

The true weapon was the rocket slug.

Do you have any of those rocket slugs left?

That left one rocket slug still in my pocket.

It fires rocket slugs that can blow a hole through a cow.

A burst of rocket slugs tore through it, screaming away down the hallway behind him.

Every second 94,560 rocket slugs flamed out from the guns.