Lance broke through the clearing and peered backwards, eyes widening at the sight of six large creatures. Half of them moved on two legs, the others on four. Long scaly tails ocasionally slammed into trees or rock, shattering them easily. He had fired a few pistol shots at them, yet they simply bounced off. He grinned at the prospect of disecting one later. He forced himself to move faster and faster, ignoring the pain in his sides.<br/><br/>He found the semi intact structure of their ship and he mad a dash forwards. He sprinted the last bit and jumped, spinning arround and firering the last of his leviathon pulse rifle. He heard the sounds of flesh being partially disintergrated before the creature –or what was left of him- blasted off away from him. Seconds later he was back on his feet and ducking in one of the holes in the ship. He rushed from cabin to cabin untill he finally found a secure place in one of the cargo bay’s. He locked himself in and inhaled deeply.<br/><br/>How many of them were still following him?