The metroid continued chirping, bobbing rather cutely. Not that the Orks had any conception of "cute", but despite the fact that it was the ultimate killing machine, it had a very strange sort of cuteness to it. The metroid readily followed the scout into the camp. The grass on the ground swayed underneath the metroid in a rhythmic pattern, showing the Ork just how it floated along, if he were smart enough to notice. It really had no idea what the boy was saying, but it also couldn't even hear him due to lacking ears or any sort of aural senses. As they entered the camp, though, that's when hunger began to gnaw at the metroid, and it shook and chirped to reflect that. Then the metroid bounced rapidly and chirped with new energy before tackling the Ork and latching onto his chest, breaking through his armor with the crunch of breaking armor. The metal was churned between its pincers and shoved out of the way, allowing the metroid to latch onto the Ork's flesh and pierce it with its inner pincer. Intense pain like no other the Ork would ever have known would shoot through him, a pain far, far worse than what Sharptoof had felt during his surgery. The Ork shriveled and his green skin blackened, hardening until it was just about indestructible. The massive prey sated the metroid far more than it actually needed, which allowed it to move on to its next stage of life. As other Orks fired on the metroid to no effect, it drifted to the ground and latched itself there, and a sickly green sheen appeared around it. Then the creature was still, but its nuclei could still be seen pulsing with energy, showing it was still alive.