It was a race to the finish, so to speak, and one that the Mech couldn’t quite win in such unfavourable terrain. Still, the A.S.P put in a good effort, and Slimy had a few chunks blasted out of him for the trouble. The Creature’s signature began to fade as it rounded the hill, blocking Electric vision and alerting Higan to the fact that further expenditure of ammo would just be a waste. Forty 40mm Rifle rounds remaining, good enough to finish the bastard but less than the Ramor might have liked. The question was, would he be able to find it again once he reached the hill himself?

Perhaps half a minute later the A.S.P reached the foot of the hill and began to round it as Slimy had done. He was moving far slower by this point out of necessity, having lost direct sight of the monster it was only the large visible signs of its blood and other matter that provided any insight into its potential location. Like an ancient tracker the Mech paced after the wounded beast, rifle at the ready, alert for any signs of ambush as it often swayed to check both angles of attack. He refrained from looking directly behind himself, finding it unlikely the monster could have completely circled him, expecting it instead to be up ahead somewhere.

“Where have you ran off to Slimy?” Higan projected his somewhat rhetoric question outside the Mech in a taunting manner, though it was unlikely the monster would even care or understand. After perhaps a full minute of searching however, Higan would know where the monster had escaped to. The blood and mucous were telling signs, even by eye. The narrow hole in the earth was like a portal of itself, perhaps leaving no surprise that the creature had found itself in Ramor. A cave, leading deep into the bowels of the earth no doubt. This was certain to be shit. The A.S.P paused before the cave entrance as Higan worked through his options.

“Fuck.”