Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171208061235/@comment-26892768-20171208160051

Mr. Z should be a bit more concerned with the rocket-propelled Fourze that tackles him.

The Facehuggers are stabbed by figures made of blood, courtesy of Eliza. The blood retreats to the now exposed bone of her leg and resumes being flesh.

Of course, she doesn't realize that fighting these things is pointless, as she wasn't fast enough with the first one, but that probably won't come back to bite her in her ample ass later. Probably.

Avian Narrator looks at Whale Narrator. "Sekhmorph accomplished."