Higan had been pursuing the beast for a goodly mile by that point, which had taken the two about two minutes to cover. With little effect on target he had slowly staggered his shots, taking up to five to ten seconds to fire a single round. None-the-less at the mile mark he was down to eighty rounds remaining and Slimy had been unscathed. He wondered where the Creature ran to, perhaps some lair or haunt where it could lick its wounds. Perhaps it was driven only by desperation, fleeing the unseen Machinations of Ramor which had brought it great pain from afar. Higan figured it was a mixture of the two, Slimy was being a bit of a bitch and wanted to hide but it couldn’t.

Despite its wounds Slimy was better suited for the terrain and had outpaced the Mech, earning an additional four hundred meters as they ran, hence it was once again three quarters of a mile ahead of him when he had reduced the distance to eight hundred meters while it remained immobile. Higan was not overly perturbed though, he could hardly expect to keep close to Slimy with all the damn trees everywhere. He was half a mind to blow a chunk out of the forest with a HEAT round. 

Such thoughts reminded him of the Anti-Personnel Rounds his Mech carried, and he smiled a terrible smile beneath his course beard. What a way that would be to finish off Slimy, fully deserved for what it had done to his patrol squad and the innocents they were sent to protect. The Ramor’s knuckles whitened for a moment as his fists clenched, the Mech mimicking his actions. As if spurred on by thoughts of revenge, the deadly salvo began anew. Locking in on Slimy’s form up ahead the rifle moved to compensate and fired, the sound echoing in the forest. The bullets would come thick and fast from then on, one every three seconds until his Mech decided to announce he was at half ammo capacity. Slimy was gunna sweat, maybe even bleed.

“Get dead, you fucker.”