Kel was happy to have her with him, her pretty face carrying all the traces of the slaughter she had entertained herself with. Despite his rising death toll, Kel hadn't fed yet. He was trying out his newer powers, but was feeling the effects of exhausting himself against the monster that had now found other bodies to hunt. He leaned over to Zara, and licked her lips gingerly, long tongue enveloping her lips and shaving what little gore she still had on. It was flavorful, as anything on her. The girl struggled underneath and he watched, fascinated, when Zara broke her wrist. He laughed with some fleeting sympathy, the way you might at a fluttering wing on a bird on you chopping block. Kel listened to her offer, and then considered the woman beneath him. He shrugged and turned her head in such a way that she stopped protesting against his oppressive palm.<br/><br/>He rested his weight on the dead woman's face with is palm when Zara grew that protective layer. It was beautiful, elegant in its simple design. He himself covered his eyes reflexively with the forearm of his free hand. He heard the way the bullets hit that barrier their son had created on her. It made him proud, and he let her know with a smile, as though she'd made the child all by herself. It was strange how some would never have enough potential to even survive the change, while others thrived infinitely with the expanding gifts of mixed biology. Kel let his partner take off. She was a human at heart, and she wanted to explore the parts of her that weren't. He looked down and finally removed his hand from the female soldier's mouth. Her eyes were still bright despite having no life to fill them. Admittedly, he would like to have some fun with her cooling body, but he didn't think there was time for that. Without his helmet, he leaned down to open him mouth. Her askew, parted lips looked tasty.<br/><br/>He felt something wrong just as his teeth scraped her cheek, and lifted his head to look around. The monster was drawing attention elsewhere, and Zara had followed. Kel narrowed his eyes and dropped down form the container. There were many weapons for him to choose from here, but he felt content with his current armament, and only slid his hand over his side, where some of the bullets were still lodged, and listened to them rain down on the floor. He strode quickly toward the mayhem of the screeching and howling beast, and the alarms and panic that followed. He had a harder time sensing Zara, and it worried him somewhat. Just as he passed a door that seemed somewhat thin, he heard the whir of a rather sizable engine. He turned just in time to catch one of the arms of the forklift coming through the wall.<br/><br/>He put his teeth together and dug his clawed fingers into the metal beam trying to impale him as it drove him through the opposite wall it had come from. The impact hurt, how could it not, but Kel was still strong enough to keep the blunt but powerful tip of the metal from staking him. He looked at the driver, and recognized a bulkier armor than the last group on the Nakta. It seemed Weyland had the time to send another team of experts in. These were even more ready for him. This corporation was getting on Kel's nerves. Truly, the economy that drove humans became its own competent adversary for any race. Kel started turning himself away from the beam, and managed to get between the two arms just before the vehicle crashed into another wall in the new, larger room. It flung Kel hard into the surface, and he bounced off it and to the side.<br/><br/>When he stood again the helmet was securely clasped on his face. The new adversary had jumped out of the seat of the truck, and come at him. Kel didn't see what object he was holding, since he was still groggy after the hit, and realized too late it was a black sledgehammer with a propulsion system moving its head. The motor had blue lights and launched the hammer quick and hard. Kel managed to get his arms up to block, but the power of the single-purpose tool still pushed through, landing a deafening blow to his jaw. Kel was tossed through the air again. This time, when he landed after so many twists, the mouth guard of his helmet was torn off, the fibers meant to be  holding the organic armor together hanging in shreds around his jaw. The man who had wielded the hammed looked victorious for just a moment, but then realized his triumphant breaths tasted like blood. When he looked down saw that Kel had used the momentum of the involuntary flight to tear out his cribbage. The man collapsed just as Kel fell to the side, catching himself on the wall.<br/><br/>Kel understood his state, and was still holding on the the piece of armor with human chest attached to it. He lifted it to his hungry mouth, he really needed the fuel, but wasn't able to have that bite until a bullet as long as his finger pierced his side. It knocked him against the wall and had him let go of the fresh meat. He growled with frustration as he used the wall to stand up again. He pulled the damn near spear-like projectile out of his side, from the ruined plate, and threw the metal on the floor. The next dozen didn't wait, and had him pinned against that wall, arms crossed over his face to keep him alive while they lodged the ammunition into his chest. There were at least five equally ready mercenaries in the large room now. He eventually rolled out of the fire and behind a few shelves. They didn't protect him but moving along them made it easier to hide.<br/><br/>"Come out you fucking freak!" one of them called and released another healthy helping into the area where he wasn't any longer. Kel was trusting to adrenaline again, and sneaking around them from the side. They should have known better. Perhaps they were used to their well-funded weapons to do the most of the work for them. They did spread out eventually, and he could easily dart by an isle to tear up the throat of a lonely soldier. He didn't make a sound when he did. The others fretted though, and quickly sought out where he'd been killed, barely giving Kel time to hide again. It would seem they monitored each other's vitals thought their gear. Kel was becoming irritated with them, and recklessly stalked them through this maze of shelves. He was about to rip the head off the last one when a new unit bled in from the door.<br/><br/>"Better let him go, daddy." one of them said as they held up a screen. Kel recognized Zara held in a pod, a big needle on a mechanic arm directed at her stomach. He swallowed in frustration but let the man fall to the ground. Their next shot was quiet, which meant the pain he felt in his face was probably a delivery of drugs rather than a bullet. He soon felt drowsy. They gave him a few more shots before everything turned black.<br/><br/>The two were kept close to each other, the pair would fetch a grand reward from Mr. Weyland after all, and the creature was finally subdued in its own cargo hold again.