When the creature took the bazooka shot to the face and just got a dirty snout, I realised different tactics would be required. But I had no idea what that could be, while I retreated faster than the rest of the squad.
But then I realised, after the tenth former squadmate was devoured, the creature was getting slower, more sluggish.
So I looked back to the camp of survivors, and sure enough, after a hundred or so, it collapsed into a food coma.
I had a minute to study it and get nothing before it threw up and resumed eating.
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