Everyone was performing their assigned tasks.  He began to blaze away at anything that came within reach.<br/>"EAT IT! GET SOME! EAT SHIT AND DIE!"<br/><br/>He had really been around Rome too much, but it was refreshing to get his pent-up fear out.  No one, not even him, could ever destroy fear.  A good Marine fights fear, conquers it, and then uses it against his foe every time he goes to battle.  That was what Parris had taught him.<br/><br/>These things were out of a worst nightmare, but unlike nightmares, they could be killed.  They clearly acted with some semblance of tactics, so at the core they were simply smarter animals.<br/><br/>He had calculated quickly that the small and brown aliens, though dangerous, were ultimately a screen.  The large, black ones who lead them on were the biggest threat.  They were larger and probably stronger, faster, and smarter than the creatures they led.  Between the massed fire of the rest of his squad, he felt the brown ones would be more easily dispatched.  He focused his pulse rifle and magnum fire on the large, black aliens as they came into view.<br/><br/>"GET SOME! HAHA, YA LIKE THAT?!"