Watching the stream of their 10mm rounds take paint off the submarine’s conning tower, Hot Dog was not swayed. "Boat," he corrected. "And I don’t know, companero. I’ve seen ’em sink from machine gun fire, the old ones anyway. The pressure and temperature of the deep sea make their armor brittle as glass over the decades. Some of them are only held together by mana, not rivets. But surrender?"