The Threat stood up straight and gazed down soundlessly upon his new enemies. His flying companions buzzed around him, bumping into and off of him like moths dancing around a lightbulb. He extended his long, seething arm towards the UNT forces and almost instantaneously the airborne creatures changed course and descended upon the incoming force. They looked like they had no coordination, but in reality they all shared the mind of the Threat. Some of the flying creatures simply flung themselves into the tanks, slamming their bodies onto the hard metal hull, their fluids covering the tank's surface. It seemed that even the fine material of the heavy vehicles started to wane against the onslaught, beginning to heat up, droop and burn.

A soldier caught a dinner-plate sized glob of acid in the left cheek and dropped the icy ground, screaming. Several of the flying creatures were shot out of the sky, riddled with bullets one creature hit the ground without violently exploding. It twitched on the ground and went still like a dud bomb. After harassing the UNT for a short eternity the flying creatures returned to the Threat, which then took a few gigantic steps backwards, putting space between itself and the defender of the planet.

The Threat hunched over again, and his back began to bubble. 

[i][color=fdc68a]He needs more. More allies to assist him. The natives are getting restless.![/color][/i]