Becca just stared in mute horror at what she was watching. Sue had been caught by the beast and her lean body stretched, spread and then stripped. Becca cried out in rage and fear as she saw what was about to happen. She tried to find a place to shoot it but could not line up a shot that did not jeopardize sue. She cast her gaze about, desperate to do something to save her. The grunt that was ripped from sue's throat when the tentacles lunged into her was the think that destroyed all reason for the young mechanic. She darted over, yanking one of the fire team member's combat knife from his sheathed and charged bravely (or stupidly) forward.<br/><br/>She was not being rational but it did not matter. She cared for sue, and this ...thing was violating her. She ran up to it, being mindful of its flailing tendrils and began to hack madly at the tentacles she could reach that were restraining Sue. For someone possessed of such high manual dexterity the clumsy blows she struck would be laughable if the situation were less dire. Even though her muscles already started to burn she did not stop. Rage drove her and she cried out "Give her back, you bastard, she's mine!" the words were blurted out without thought and without even knowledge that she had said them. All that mattered was stopping this thing from raping Sue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>