((Like always.))

Two komodos spearheaded the line of Humvee, tearing into the metal like a wet paper bag. The third attacked from the other side, spraying a stream of chemicals along the vehicles with finesse. They ran into the ground, collapsing into messy piles of corrosive sludge that melted through the tires of Ahmed's truck. He bailed over the side, over a puddle of acid, and onto the ground. "I will not back down!" He shouted into the air. Ahmed's sniper rifle snapped up in a mechanical motion as he hammered the third komodo in the throat; sending it earthbound and acid spraying everywhere.