Arke had fallen back into the ruined buildings of the city, his fire focused on tank commanders and infantry squads, always striking from the rear. By his count, he had around twenty confirmed kills, and a dozen or so that could have gone either way. Still the humans were drawing closer, and he doubted his sub-machinegun would be very effective against these things. Still, they hardly seemed like formidable hand-to-hand fighters. No claws, minescule fangs, and they seemed generally frail. Melee combat? He could beat them there, one on one.