Hioch and Caroso stepped from the darkness of the hive into the first ray of sunlight as it drew itself lethargically up and over the alien horizon. "Hioch?" "What?" He replied, his brow furrowed beneath his mask. "Why is it that I am dragging this bloody thing when it was you who killed it?" Hioch turned his head. "Cos I have a sore arm, see?" "That's not a sore arm, its a mere scratch." Caroso retorted. "Still sore." Hioch said defencively. Caroso laughed. "Well, did ya enjoy the challenge?" "Yup." Said Hioch, keeping pressure on his arm tryin to stem the flow of blood. There was silence for a moment as they contemplated what they had just survived when Caroso speaks... "Why didn't ya us ya shoulder cannon? Would have saved the arm a bit." "Cos I like to fight!" Retorted Hioch, growing annoyed. Caroso laughed again. "Ya mean ya wanted a nice scar to show your kids." Hioch laughed. "Aye, ya might be right, Old Man" The End.