47's head turned towards the sound of a creature skittering on the outskirts of the small encampment and though he could not see his prey per se he lifted his rifle and took a shot anyway. The laser pierced the darkness and struck at a fleeting grey monster that whine-growled in response to the shot but then cackled as it shrugged off the hit and moved away from the light again.

47 frowned slightly. The target had been hit but little to no damage had been dealt. And yet for a moment the creature had almost appeared to panic. Perhaps it had thick skin and the blaster shot had startled it into thinking it would be painful but instead hit armor that didn't penetrate. So maybe the creature had a weak point that the laser could damage. Or maybe he was fishing.

Either way, there wasn't much 47 could do except wait for the next shot to present itself.