A tank shell exploded into the Threat's hardened exterior. Like chips of painted wood, flakes seemed to break away from the Threat's pulsating skin. A victory, short lived. The soldiers would begin to fire upon the seemingly weakened areas, believing progress was going to be made in this battle against the monster.

[color=fdc68a][i]Take this place as my own.[/i][/color]

A strange liquid began to seem from the open flesh, a purple one that poured over itself, seeming chunky. It made it's way down it's arm. Shells slammed into it, creating gaps in the flow. Another wound would appear, and more liquid burst forth. Bumps and sores began to sprout out across it's entire body, visible from the very top. The Threat stood up quietly, before taking an uneven step backwards. The bullets, while uneffective before, suddenly began to shred the alien to pieces. It began to fall apart before the soldiers very eyes. Flying creatures burst out of the crumbling host body faster in numbers then ever before, abandoning a sinking ship.

The Threat fell to it's knees again, covered in the purple liquid like a heavy sweat. It fell forward onto it's face. The liquid spread onto the ground, absorbing into it. An Ord Donna, standing closer than the others to to Threat, assumed the purple substance to be blood. As his comrades began to battle the remaining flying creatures, the lone Ord Donna hesitated, and glanced at the blood. His large eyes seemingly widened even further as he realized  the truth.

The purple liquid sped towards him, breaking apart. No, not liquid at all. A crawling swarm of six legged roaches.  Glowing brightly with bio-luminescence, they dashed at their first prey. They were upon him in an instant, sprinting up his boots, digging the ground beneath his feet. At this point, he would lose balanced, falling on his back. The roaches consume him like a high-tide over a sand-castle. 

The main Threat rapidly decomposed into the Earth, the roaches bursting forth, the Threat acting like a nest and birthing ground. The flying minions continued their usual charade of burning dive-bombs and strafing runs, occasionally popped by a stray bullet.

But the roaches, still to be seen as a liquid, circled around the Threat's body and began entrenching themselves in the ground. However, a large chunk of them, perhaps the majority, made their way over to the right flank of the UNT defenders.