Zeta's swipe was a little more of a scratch than a grab, rending the trooper's face from his skull without crushing it or killing him. Zeta was aware of human pain tolerance, and simply kicked that one aside quickly, driving a crushing punch into the next one's chest, savoring the disgusting crunchy splat of another meatbag's vitals being liquified. Five of the troopers had taken the hint and tore off running, but one stood perfectly still, simply staring at Zeta, who straightened up and appraised him.<br/><br/>"You are not afraid?"<br/><br/>The trooper's eye twitched. "I am, ma'am."<br/><br/>"Why do you not flee? You know what will happen."<br/><br/>"You move too fast for me, ma'am. You'd catch me."<br/><br/>"This is true. I am aware of a human custom for a last request. Since you do not resist, I will grant you that."<br/><br/>"Make it fast, ma'am."<br/><br/>Zeta walked over to him slowly and placed a hand on either side of his head. Whispering "Very well," she brought her hands together.<br/><br/>The bridge was not far away. Zeta came to the corner that led to the bridge, and peeked around, seeing a second squad and dug in with an E-WEB. Steeling herself and reorganizing some energy paths for speed, she broke into the hallway and charged them, leaping into the air at the last moment, intending to come down on the gunner.<br/><br/>Attack (5: -1 roll, +4 melee, +2 Mechanized Strength)<br/><br/>FP: 4