In the Shaper's hands. -Yenpointfive and Warmatron40K-

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Uldra spun on her heels and let off a volley from her Lasgun, for suppressing purposes more than anything. She could no longer see her enemy much less hit them. The jungle was too thick, the air to wet and the mossy ground to thick to give her any information such as position, numbers, or even smell. As the last shot left her weapon she was already around and running again. She needed cover, a superior position, anything she could use.

"Shit! Right..." Anything to use against an entire Kroot pack. Not to mention the Krootox. She didn't even have enough ammo to take that thing down much less the whole squad. With an outstretched hand she caught a tree and slid to the ground behind it and became perfectly still. Slowing her breathing she listened. Ambient noises were heavy, avian creatures, light rain passing through the trees, footsteps....light but there they were. Okay...new plan....

Uldra closed her eyes and concentrated, she let her body take over and within seconds a thick, invisible pheromone started seeping from her pores. She knew the Kroot had base urges, the pheromone would drive them crazy with lust, the overwhelming need for release. It would make them less coordinated, it would cause them to make mistakes, maybe then she could escape.

With a flick she primed a frag grenade and tossed it before running as hard as she could in the opposite direction. She had to move fast, or Sergeant Uldra would become alot more than a prisoner of war. She didn't make it ten meters before she hit a slope and fell. Her carapace armor caught on a branch, dangling her ten feet over the ground.

"Shit!" No time to think, she couldn't stay. She disengaged the locks on her armor and dropped, removing her torn upper body fatigues as well. It just slowed her down. The grenades, clips, and her Lasgun was all she took as she kept running.

 

[Yenpointfive]

This was sad. Frankly she should have been dead about 4 times by his count. Kroll Ahkesh was hoping to find some leadership material, possibly one who would one day rise to become a shaper among these youths. Clearly they had a ways to go. With a sick crunch he finished off the last of the human's arm. The black clad humans with the funny hats were always such a good meal.

He watched as she ran in his direction, noting briefly how his squad did have the sense to leap out of the way of the grenade. Well, except for the krootox whose leg muscles were more suited to pushing its enormous bulk around than to leaping. He waited until she was just about under him before dropping to the ground the first swing of his rifle's bladed portion was indented to knock her lasgun from her hand, the second swing, mercifully, was intended to go straight into his prey's skull. It'd fall short, however, as her pheromone hit him.

Instead he simply spun the rifle around and decided to whack her with the blunt part, good and hard in the stomach. Shapers were careful with their prey. Once she was down for the count he could investigate further.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Uldra had no warning before the Kroot was upon her. The first swing of his weapon knocked hers from her hand. The second, which as hard as she tried she could not dodge, hit her directly in the stomach. Now, Uldra took pride in her physique. Were you to look at her you would see an athletic woman, yet shapely and extremely attractive with strong features. Her muscles well defined, yet sleek, which defied her true strength.

But even her iron abs which could take the brunt of a knee from men twice her size crumpled when struck by this alien. All the air was forced from her lungs and she fell to the ground. Half her mind was reeling with pain, while the other knew what was about to happen. Her pheromones were still in full effect, every Kroot that got near her was about to get extremely aroused and if she was lucky, they might kill her out of confusion.

Fortunately Uldra was a survivalist. She was fully willing to use her body as a weapon in every way, dignity was for naive fools. As the pain dulled she feigned continued helplessness so she could concentrate on turning her pheromones on overdrive. She started expelling every bit she could muster, if even one Kroot could keep his head she would be impressed.

 

[Yenpointfive]

The rest of his squad would be here in moments. After the last grenade they'd split up incase she had another and try to close the last bit of distance with a leap, making timing a very tricky business indeed.

As Kroll stud over her she noticed a large bulge appearing in the coarse fabric of his pants. He was considering whether or not he was going to eat her. Really, he knew he should. That pheromone trick worked wonders, too well for him to eat her.

He set the rifle aside. Even if she did go for it, kroots had reflexes like a compressed spring, he'd break her arm long before she got her hands on the rifle. He reached down and began to undo her uniform. "You have an interesting ability... It would be good to have that strength." He mused in fairly terrible low-gothic. "Know your enemy" was to kroots as "you are what you eat" was to anyone else (and basically the same thing anyway). He didn't seem too enthusiastic about most of her body, entirely overlooking her breasts to run a hand over her abs. It was hard to tell if someone with a beak was smiling but he just might be. His hand came to her pants and he quickly pulled them off, examining the rest of her body.