"Christ, they really are making freaks." He muttered to himself while aiming his rifle, his gaze traveling over the mess of a human, a member of the BB Unit. Watching them scamper up to a higher perch and tugging up half of their helmet to reveal a mess of scarred flesh and reptilian scaling before spitting a mess of corrosive saliva at him from their twitching jaws. After sidestepping the attack he went to aim the weapon again but swore quietly, having lost sight of them for the time being