Thousands of them. Hundreds of thousands, trying to overwhelm Ralph's camp. "MAN THE .50 CALS! GET THE BLASTERS AND SLAUGHTER THEM TO A ONE!" Ralph yelled. He pulled his rifle from his back, and looked into the scope, searching for high ranking aliens. He saw a huge beast, with a cannon mounted on its shoulder. "By the gods," Ralph whispered to himself. He took a shot, and watched the bullet smash into the beast's skull. But it kept coming. Ralph drew the bolt back, and loaded another round. He fired again, another direct hit to the head, but still the creature refused to die. "Impossible!" Ralph yelled, fully enraged. He drew the bolt back yet again, and loaded an explosive round. "Take this you SON OF A," the last word from Ralphs mouth was muffled by the crack of his rifle, and the follwing hit lead to an explosion within the beast's skull. Yet it still refused to fall. Ralph pulled his eye from his scope, to see a beast over him, its sword high. Ralph had no chance to dodge as the beast swung.
"S**T!" Ralph yelled, and opened his eyes. He was slightly disoriented, the ground was moving, but he was upside down. "What the, Wesley! What happened to... What the f**k happened?" Ralph said as he slid from Wesley's shoulder. Ralph checked his pack, his blaster was broke. He checked his rifle and found it had been damaged, the scope was missing. "Guess I won't be sniping for a while," Ralph said angrily. "Wesley, explain to me what in the sam hell happened back there," Ralph demanded. He fell to a knee as his ribs gave a huge throb of pain. He looked at Wesley, and noticed Simon was seriously injured. "My questions can wait, lets get back to the base," Ralph said quickly, he searched Simon's pack, and found a spare blaster. Taking it, Ralph lead the way. "We are lucky to survive, but if we let our wounds overcome us, Simon will die," Ralph stated quickly before stepping off.