Roka, Liz, and the others tightened their grips over their weapons and took aim.
From their previous experience on the -Tyl- Planet, they knew that bullets couldn't hurt Graniliths.
The plasma weapons had to be used, which is why a large portion of the fuel recovered on the Planet so far had been reserved for them.
"If it steps forward, we shoot-"
"Ugh…" Raya interrupted as she waved her hand. "What would you guys do without me." She shook her head for a moment and chuckled. "Seriously…"
"What do you-"
Raya suddenly placed her hands around her mouth.
"DO A CARTWHEEL!" She shouted.
Roka, Liz, Rea, and the males immediately furrowed their brows.
'What the hell is she-'
Every one of them had their thought interrupted as…
"See?" Raya pointed with her thumb. "That was a bad cartwheel, but still counts. Doesn't it?"
The crewmates stared at the Granilith, dumbfounded.