Richard kept firing until the beast had nearly fully turned around to ensure he kept its attention and then quickly whipped around to start running away from it. As he led the quahhg away from the others he once more ran in a zigzag pattern and called out to them over the radio, "This sure is fantastic exercise!" The soldier always enjoyed a good workout, but this was ridiculous.

Kokuten spun aside for a moment as the larger quahhg spun around for the more difficult target. The Doctor had been sure that the Quahhg would've gone for him at least, seeing as he was already crippled and wounded. It was no matter, though, he simply needed to lay down some fire, perhaps it would trade attentions with enough aggravation. Though, Kokuten had little idea what he'd do if it did come for him.

The issue at hand was how to erase the problem of the quahhg, whether killing it or disabling it. Tweak was the only one with the agility to use the heavy artillery, the rest of them simply the equivalent of super-heated pellet rifles.

No matter, even with dwindling ammo, Kokuten laid out a spray of fire, trying to draw the Quahhg.

Alright. That didn't work. Now for the more direct approach. With the quahhg's back turned to her as it lumbered after Richard, Tweak hit the quick-release on her suit's backpack and tossed the reactor-containing unit well out of range, and snatched up the warhead before she backed up from the quahhg herself. Then, after checking to make sure first that the warhead was still armed, then confirming the smaller quahhg wouldn't be making any diving saves by taking the next hit for its elder, Tweak called out over the Squad's radio:

"Fire in the hole!"

She hurled the warhead at the rear flank of the quahhg. Before it hit, she hit the ground.

Snow tore upwards like white blood-spatter as the adult Quahhg pursued Richard. The beast knew it would catch the small creature, and was sure the small creature knew it. Even as Kokuten's gunfire singed its hide, it simply curled its head over in an almost symbolic fashion of burdening the pain in favor catching Richard. Though, what it couldn't ignore, was the warhead Tweak had thrown rather expertly at the beast itself.

Thoom! went a cracking explosion, bits and splurges of flesh and blood from the Quahhg's hind-quarts splattered onto the ground. With a soul-shaking shriek, it tumbled to the snow, blood-trailing behind it as it crashed. The wounds themselves seemed to paint its posterior regions with a gory red paint, but at the same time, it still retained a good deal of its shape. With a few pained breaths, which blew like low, steamy clouds over the snow, the Quahhg stood once more.

The tundra-predator let out a vicious, enraged roar, and began to tear after Richard with its monstrous, however slightly hindered gait.

Tweak, on the other hand, was free to move how she pleased. Her attack had been successful, and she had the room to move for another attack. Yet, there was a suspicious sensation that a set of eyes were upon her. A quick glance to the edge of her peripheral could've confirmed Kokuten was looking right at her. Though why was looking at her with such pained shock?

Her question, should she ask it in her mind or openly, was answered the moment it had a chance to arise. The vision she had ahead of her was robbed away as a sharp ache pressed into her stomach and back, combined with a stark force turning her aside. She could hear snarls, smell rancid breath, and see that a jaw had clasped tightly around her torso.

The other Quahhg had leaped at her back and caught her torso in its mouth. She was now being held like a chewy treat, and treated like one as the younger beast began to chew into her armor.

After a good minute of sustained jogging, Blake finally reached the alcove where the other survivors had hid. He unceremoniously slid Cassefin onto her stomach and hastily applied the gauze Kokuten had given him. The hole in her back didn't look well, but the young artist had other things in mind. He had to get back to the others, and do some of his bodyguard-fu on them.

Another minute of solid running brought Blake face-to-face with the greusome scene of Tweak held fast in the jaws of the beast. Although he'd kept it hidden since Fortuna, and the Administrator herself was just in the next room over; Blake suddenly had the inkling that she wouldn't mind if he were to use the Red shells for his HHG that had been smuggled back to the Cirrus along with a few 'herbal' supplies.

The youngest of the Cirrus team loaded and hefted his HHG towards the beast with Tweak in its maw, now filled with the appropriate explosive death. Sighting the gun in on the creature's knee was easy enough. Pulling the trigger was even easier.

Richard looked back to see what was going on with the rest of the security personnel. Spotting the smaller quahhg and seeing that it was preoccupied with its latest meal and might be further distracted with Blake's shots, the soldier decided to run towards and past its backside in an attempt to crash the adult one into it. If that didn't work, at least any time it spent avoiding the other would be time for him to put additional distance between it and himself.

Quahhg the Younger was out of luck. Despite the damage that it caused to Tweak's internal organs, muscles, and skin in the area of the bite, her blood was still primed to eat away at the adolescent's mouth in the same way it ate at the elder's tongue.

As her blood was doing its work, Tweak grunted back a cry of pain and surprise while ordering her blood to start shanking the quahhg's mouth as much as possible. Her wounds stabbed out at the beast's mouth around its teeth (or what might have been left of them, with the acid-like blood coating they received) and a long blade reached out from her hip port and stabbed at the back of the creature's throat.