[b]Shooting roll: [/b]1d6 + 8 = 13 (5+8)

As the bolter fire misses the Beast and another round comes towards her Kota moves out of the way just in time, the blast injury barely slowing her down.

She grunts in frustration as she sees the Beast back away, "Trying to run again. So cowardly." She walks forward, silently thanking the Emperor for giving her just enough time to close some of the distance and corner the Beast further. She hears the hum of its power-pack backpack but from this angle it'd be impossible to hit. Her best chance is to fire before the grenades can be launched thrown.

Her eyes lock with glowing red ones, both of their wills and determinations clashing at that moment. A sworn duty to hunt this Beast down and the Beast's will to live.

"Let's finish this. I have much better, more important places to be." She takes aim and shoots it just as it reaches for the grenades at it's belt.