Croc
HP: 78
Roll to Hit: 8 (miss! This bitch is fast!)

Croc lay flat on his back and groaned. The first couple shots from her weapon had hurt, they had pissed him off, but they hadn't done a thing to stop him. This hit was different; the blast had punched through his armor like skin, penetrated his wall of abdominal muscles and burned into his guts. It felt like he had a fire in his belly, and the wound was bleeding like hell, soaking the thick fabric of his combat-pants. Getting to his feet took all of his willpower, but he couldn't let her get that close with her guns again. Stumbling he lunched at Noel again, swiping with one claw and then the other, somehow she easily jumped back and away from both swings. He roared as he tried again, but again she evaded.

"I'll kill you bitch! I'll fucking kill you!!" Croc screamed as he chased after her...