an attack from my opponent, translated a bit more by me to make it easier to read:

Noel:
HP: 82
Roll to hit: 8
Roll to wound 17-8 = 9

It was all very strange: Noel had received orders to assassinate a dangerous criminal, it wouldn't have been the first time the military had asked her to risk her life to take another's, but she was surprised with how quickly she was expected to depart. Within hours of taking the mission she had boarded a ship and was headed off planet.

Orders were orders however, and as a soldier she had no choice. As her ship sailed through space she went over her target's file. He was huge beast of a man with a skin defect that caused him to grow thick grey scales, and a note that for his size (which was considerable) he had strength far greater than normal men. She absent-mindedly stroked the handle of her weapons; she would have no problem killing even a creature like him with her weapons, but she wondered if she'd be mentally ready to do it by the time she landed.

A few hours later her ship landed on a planet covered by ancients swamps and fog. Her file said the target would be somewhere within a one mile radius of her landing point, so she quickly disembarked and began her search, how hard could it be to find a 7 foot tall man covered in green scales?

A while later and Noel was beginning to get frustrated, all she had found were frogs and insects, and the humidity of the swamp planet was making her miserable. She decided it was time to head back to her ship and report failure. Just as she was getting ready to turn around and head back she noticed a long shadow looming over her. Without thinking her training kicked in and she spun around to face whatever was behind her.

The man's file didn't do his size justice. He was a monster, and he had surprised her. Before she could fire her weapon, he had latched onto her arm and bitten into her hand. She pulled the trigger as fast as she could, but it was no use, blasts of blue energy sales off into the swamp. She tried to pull her hand free of the creature's mouth only to have it rip backwards at the same time.

Agonizing pain blazed up her entire arm as she pulled back her hand and clutched it to her chest. Blood streamed from a horrifying woundand spread down the front of her uniform, soaking it and causing her top to stick tightly to her chest. Three of her fingers and most of her palm had been amputated by the bite, all she had left was her index-finger and thumb.

Any problems she had about killing the target were now forgotten. It was obvious if she didn't defend herself she would be the one to end up dead.

The mutant took a step towards her and licked his bloody lips, instinctively Noel drew her other gun with her good hand and fired at point blank range.

A blast of blue energy fired from the muzzle of her gun straight into Croc's gut. The monster was blown clean off his feet, and where the blast made contact his flesh was burned to the point where it was blackened and torn, and blood and puss wept from the wound. He growled and cursed as he staggered back up to one knee.