With their communications down and both their leaders gone, the remaining scouts stood there for a brief moment. They glanced at the huge monstrosity standing before them. They felt it's invisible eyes gaze down upon them. One man, frozen solid with fright, dropped his gun and sprinted away into the forest.

"C-coward!" The other Ord Donna shouted after him, stammering. 

[color=fdc68a][i]Take the one who ran away the one who left the others grab him pull him bite him-. With that brief burst of thoughts, his body slowly revitalizing, he sent the weakest sub-part of himself after the dot who ran into the native wooden forest. The species dug out from his foot and into the ground. He roared again.[/i][/color]

"Well, if we're gonna...if we're gonna save the world, let's get started," The Ord Donna said. He advanced forward and began firing on the creature. The others followed suit, spreading out in a concave formation as if they were fighting an enemy armored vehicle. Their Elzion guns flashed as they advanced. 

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The indigenous species walked towards him, making bright lights at him. They were still far away, and since this was the only defense the planet was putting up, he decided to have some fun. If you could call it that. He reached his massive three-pronged hand to the ground, and his smaller digits grasped a multitude of rocks and boulders. He hefted a large cluster of projectiles at the left section of enemies.[/color][/i]