As opposed to the Hybrid's fury at the quick death of the tentacled enemy Kes was rather nonchalant about it.<span style="color: Red">" You can call that shot, insurance. This raid has us outnumbered and we have a time limit. We can't afford any chances, and we solider types don't like any chance of the bad guys getting back up. Now if you don't mind this grenade chucking mewling kitty needs to do some more killing, and then after wards we can all have a threesome and kiss and make up."</span>Kes laughed as her footfalls echoed in the corridors, it was like a tank moving up the road, the sound of the treads warning the enemy of impending doom. She wondered if it was the combat that made her feel alive, like she belonged on the front line. It was all one big hunt, the enemy were hiding and here she was going to find them, and going to kill as many as she could.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>