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Chapter 4-How to kill a Behemoth
Sgt. Johnson rolled over and faced his assailant. He loaded his M19 SSM and fired. The fast-moving projectile was followed by a trail of white smoke and then exploded. The Scarab wasn't damaged at all.
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Malarek sped along the streets at a fast pace. He went past 2 fleeing Brutes. He was going to pursue them, but he had an insect to catch.
When he arrived at the car park he saw cars crushed into the ground and chunks of road shifted by a few metres. The culprit was the Scarab. He watched as it took its leg down on a red, rusty Traxus Industries truck. There was a small explosion.
Unexpectedly, the Scarab began to bend its joints until its undercarrige was touching the cracked, war-torn paving. Then, without even knowing what he was doing, Malarek vaulted off the Ghost and onto a car.
He leaped from vehicle to vehicle and landed athletically on top of the Scarab. He quickly engaged the crew.
A Brute wearing cerimonial, bright yellow armour grunted incoherently and charged angrily at Malarek. He squatted onto the outer armour of the Scarab and the Brute sprinted off the edge. Then a Grunt Major came out from behind cover with a Fuel Rod Cannon. It was about to fire. Malarek had no time to dodge it or hide.
BANG! The Grunt fell with the gun and lay there. Malarek looked around for his champion and saw a coloured Marine Sergeant drop from a window ledge and onto the giant beasts hull.
"Any idea on how to kill this thing?" He querried in a heavily accented voice.
"No, sorry."Replied Malarek taking his black M247 General Purpose Machine Gun out.
Then the Grunt behind them coughed loudly. Malarek jumped in surprise. He then grinned at Johnson. Johnson replied with a laugh. They marched over to the dying grunt.
"No, humans don't kill me!" It squeled as the Scarab began to rise."I'll tell you everything I know!"
The Scarab began to search around for them stupidly.
"Tell us how to blow this thing up." Said Johnson lighting a Sweet Williams Cigar.
"Emmm....You shoot the red glowing thing at the back." It squaked loudly.
Johnson blew some acrid smelling smoke into the tiny creatures face. Malarek picked up the Grunt and hopped off the Scarab and landed lightly on his feet.
Johnson procceded to blow up the monster. He took his rocket launcher with him and walked to the back. He stared at the red shield and fired at it. It blew up the back and a klaxon went off.
"That doesn't look good." He said and leapfrogged off of the doomed vehicle.
He stood up, dropped his weapon and ran.
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Rolek lifted himself up slowly and looked around. It was night time. Banshees patrolled the sky. Each one was fitted with a searchbeam. The piercing, bright, white light cut into the darkness. Rolek hit the floor as the light went over his position. The Banshee hovered for a while as if looking for something then moved away. Rolek got up and found his way out of the once vibrant town and towards Utgard.
[Edited on 10.16.2010 5:42 AM PDT]