<strong>PFC Marcus Jones – 3rd Squad – Let’s fight<br/><br/>“Affirmative!”  Danko barked, moving quickly into place.  “Jones, I’m going to need some fire here!”</strong><br/><br/>“Thought you’d never ask,” Marcus said as he bared his teeth in a predatory grin. The shrieks of the wounded creature filled his ears like a morbid symphony as the flames from his caster kissed it again and again. Even so, Marcus noticed that it continued to try to engage them even after its death was a certainty.<br/><br/>“Fuck me, they don’t give up,” He muttered to himself as he switched his weapon back to full automatic pulse fire. Even as the first creature died, two others barrelled passed it with an unnatural ferocity. Things were going to get up close and personal fast. Marcus braced himself for the impending onslaught and levelled his weapon, unleashing a spray of pulse blasts at the creature serving as the ‘human shield’.<br/><br/>As he fired he let out something between a guttural growl and a mighty roar that sounded every bit as animalistic as they did and took a step toward the oncoming creatures. All rational thought seemed to have left his mind for a moment as the sound of his heart pounded heavily in his head. He was vaguely aware of the unhurt creature leaping passed him and onto Arca, but he barely gave it a second look as he locked his focus on the hurt creature.<br/><br/>It snarled and snapped, desperately trying to instill fear in a man to whom it was foreign. From this distance Marcus could smell the acrid scent of the creature’s blood and it only served to urge him closer to it. He tried to step to the side as the creature swiped at him with its arm but the impact forced him back a step as the creatures claws sank into his chestplate. The smell of the creature’s blood pervaded his senses as the acidic goo splashed onto him, filling the edge of his awareness with a sense of warmth and the sound of hissing as it tried to eat through his armor.<br/><br/>Marcus was already moving as the creature lashed out with its other arm. Stopping his fire, he used his weapon like a sword pushing it against the creature’s forearm in an attempt to parry its attack. Then he pressed the barrel of his weapon into direct contact with the creature’s already damaged center mass and with a defiant roar he pulled the trigger.<br/>