Once Jack was certain it was dead, he turned around. "I suggest you don't get cocky," Jack said, a scowl on his face. "We got lucky, next time we might not get the drop on it the way we did. And Crinse, Archaide, that was not overkill and these are not nothing. Had we not continued to rip it to pieces, it would have regenerated and probably learned ways to defeat us based on the way we fought. If you don't believe me then we can decide not to shoot the next one and watch as it comes back and probably kills one or two of us before it gets brought down." Jack holstered his .357, it had two rounds left in it. Jack raised his shotgun back up. "I'm on point. Move out." Jack moved at a brisk pace towards the project building. Hopefully he wouldn't run into anything on the way there...