Lt. Hawn couldn't even scream in pain as his blood continued to soak his uniform. He was completely stunned in place as he watched the tentacle-like thing slowly chew the head of his dead comrade.
Captain Wen's red eyes completely swallowed the remaining whites as they seemingly absorbed the flesh on his body.
Lt. Park was worse; his fingers had elongated into segmented appendages.
The tips had hardened into points that punched through standard-issue body armor like wet paper. He moved through the scattered formation of soldiers, killing as he went.
Two of his best men were down by the second; he blinked.
Sergeant Liao had been the first, as Lt. Park had driven his hand clean through his chest plate before he could even draw his sidearm.
Corporal Yeung had lasted three seconds longer. It was long enough to fire two shots that bounced off Captain Wen's torso.
