"They're kidding, right?" Bulays held the Sandman at the ready and looked at the six shadowy bodysuit wearing women approaching them in an armed manner.
"Doesn't look like it," he sighed. "Even though we are practically at his front door. Those six are from his personal freedom force by the insignia. "Seems like there's a second test. However, I have an idea." A quick series of hand signals told Bulays what Ghaavn had in mind. She grinned ferally, and stood her ground.
Ghaavn moved briefly to Bulays' right, then advanced toward the sextet, bolt-thrower in his right hand. "Only six of you?" He called. "Hardly seems fair. In fact, I do believe I've been insulted."
"We can beat that out of you, pretty boy!" Retorted the squad leader, a muscular brunette.
Ghaavn's left hand moved to his left hip, and ripped. The fastener of his pants opened, and they fell away. He was naked from the waist down, now, sporting a nicely erect penis. The squad's eyes widened in surprise, and they each hesitated for a second. They started to move towards Ghaavn, violence in their eyes.
A second was all Bulays needed to fire, and five of the women went down cursing, ensnared in a large, sticky web. The squad leader had separated from them as she had catcalled, so she was still free.
"Come on then," gestured the bottomless Ghaavn, the head of his rather attractive genitalia bobbing. "If you're woman enough."
She yelled at him, and charged.
One point nine seconds later Ghaavn had shown she definitely wasn't.
Bulays stood over her captives, idly kicking the boot of one of them. The stream of Phobosian invective coming from the pile of female on the ground was impressive. "Want me to shoot them, to shut them up?"
"No. I think I saw a nest of Martian fire ants nearby. They should really stop swearing and start trying to get themselves out of there. If they don't make it, they might have wished you did, though." Ghaavn pointed at the ground where the non-webbed woman lay. "Do bring miss overmatched-and-out-cold with you, however."
Bulays complied, hefting the well-built squad leader over her shoulder, handing the Sandman to her partner. "The Nailer. Always a classic." Ghaavn grinned at her in reply.