Connecting lower parts of the leg to the upper halves were several muscular tendons, stretched out like pulling apart a fat-filled piece of meat. A bullet tore into it, snapping it in two, the monster flinched, stumbled forward with two steps, almost too his knees, and screamed at the ground. The screech reverberated, shook the trees, shivered spines, trembled teeth. The scouts recoiled, covering their ears.
"Keep firing!" 
Another hail of projectiles collided with the beast.

[color=fdc68a][i]Weakness! Fix the weakness...
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The tendons began convulsing, pivoting, hardening, shifting to improve the old design.

The shots ran out, bounced against the forest tree-line, and found their way faintly into the ears of the fleeing scout. The deserter's feet slammed against blue grass. His run came into a heavily wooded area, and he tripped. Crying out as pain spiked into his ankles, he slammed into the forest floor and tumbled onto his back again.

Chest heaving, he closed his eyes. If he concentrated hard enough, the pain and the gunshots would go away and he would just hear the rustling of the grass and trees. He sat up, ears perking. What was that? The dirt, ten yards away, was rising. Puffing dirt and frost, moving towards him. Like something was tunneling towards him. He leaned forward, curiously. Then, two more tunneling things encroached, disturbing the shrubbery. He began to panic. Hyperventilating, he attempted to stand up, but the crimson foot-long maggots leaped from the earth like demonic dolphins, they bore into him and he fell onto his stomach and squirmed.


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[i]took the one who ran away grabbed him ate him killed him dead-.
Silence, little ones.  He took another step forward. He was almost upon them now. His shadow engulfed them. Their fast pebbles had stung his legs, but he had fixed that now. They just delayed the inevitable. He never understood why they couldn't just lay down and die for him. He sensed a green one, far below. It hopped away, but he reached down and his smaller appendages extended downwards, scooped it up, and plucked it into his "mouth". He glanced around, looking for another one to snack on. It was starting to get fun again.[/i]
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The Corporal kept running. He desperately hoped he would come upon the outpost soon. He ducked underneath a low hanging branch. Surely..? He was growing weary, desperate, scared, even. But he kept going. Away from the conflict and towards safety...he hoped.