<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/QnJOcH3.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Species:</strong></span></span> Harvester</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Number:</strong></span></span>  One</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Height:</strong></span></span> 16.5 m </div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Length:</strong></span></span> 20.4 m </div><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Arcus:-</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Namir was quick to react; whatever reservations the spectre had towards humans, perhaps this one was creating a more positive light? As soon as the grenade was in place, the mercenary was reaching out with his hand and mimicked pulling back with a jerking motion. The azure light enveloping his arm flared, and his target, the grenade, exploded just as it started to roll back down the long neck of the harvester.<br/><br/>These creatures were made of tougher things- you had to be when you called Tuchunka home. While it exploded, ripping the soft tissue of its throat and mouth, the single grenade wasn’t enough to put a stop to the creature. Even as the spectre slid beneath its writhing body, shooting into the vulnerable belly, it weaved and wavered and it began to stumble and trip over itself, but it refused to go down just yet…<br/><br/>Namir relinquished a steady stream of rifle-fire at the throat, sidestepping and rolling to avoid one of its flailing legs… arm?<em>Appendage,</em>he settled on, and decided that whatever it was called, he’d be happy once they stopped moving.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Namir rolled a 16, feel free to use him with whatever you need with your response! <br/>Harvester rolled a 12, so if you don’t wish to kill the ugly thing you’re welcome to have it try to flee.<br/><br/>Samantha is being dragged through the tunnels, but she won’t be too far. Just follow the blood trail she left behind. She’s so considerate! <br/></div></div></div>