There is no rest for the wicked

Even though her mech suit was temperature controlled, Ji-ho felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple. Her three companions were also feeling the heavy oppression that came from the scorpion.

"On my count of three," Archer said with forced calm. "Scatter in different directions."

The black scorpion was in no hurry because the prey was trapped with it. Its movements were unhurried as it approached the group. It seemed like the alien was taunting them by taking its time and letting them stew in their terror.

"This son of a bitch," Lorentz muttered.

"Ava, when the countdown ends, run as far as you can," Archer told her. "It's an order. Do you understand this?"

"I do." 

The chief officer intended to face the scorpion alone with his powers. He wasn't sure if their combined strength was even enough to take down the scorpion. Rather than both of them dying to it, Archer made the difficult decision to battle it solo.