5A-R11H panted heavily, a chill racing down his spine upon seeing the Macarbis step gracefully down from the tank, landing in a crouch on the hard ground before him. Swallowing hard, he took a step backwards from the deadly creature.
A bullet whizzed past his head to the right, making him flinch lightly away from it. The Macarbis seemed to mistake this for the beginnings of a dart to the left, and began moving... Using this, praying for dear life, the terrified, adrenaline-fuelled experiment dashed right, another bullet flicking past his shoulder to the left as he moved. With a wet thunk the projectile slammed into the Macarbis. The reptillian experiment silently grinned, but had his momentary victory proven truly momentary as, with a terrible feeling of revulsion and horror, the Macarbis hissed in morbid bliss. What could ever exist like that? What sick twist of fate could lead to a creature that enjoyed pain..?
Shying away from the perverse mockery of nature that was again turning towards him, he fled towards Kauffman. A dark thought formed at the back of his mind -- if the Macarbis were going to rend him apart, then that wretched, cowardly scientist was going with him. ..But he pushed that aside, blinking away that side of himself, a little busy to deal with it. He could learn about himself later, when he was more certain he would be around to learn!
A hissing snarl from behind him spurred him onwards at high speed, practically jumping forwards in abject fear of the monstrosities in pursuit. Not bothering to see how near or far the Macarbis were, or the remaining wingmen, he simply dashed as fast as his feet would carry him, aiming for the moving tank...


