Deathdrop,
Yautja,
14 years ago
The creature was muttering some human gibberish at him as it climbed the stairs.
"You DO realize I don't speak Monkey, right?" The hunter grunted.
His attacker responded with another loud hiss, and then disappeared up the staircase. What little he saw of it suggested a Human shape, but the speed and behavior was evocative of a xenomorph. Not to mention that tail...
Another fucking hybrid? It seemed those things were infesting the universe faster than the xenomorphs...
He could tell from the creature's tactics that it was enjoying this a little too much. It was clearly capable of putting up a fight, yet it jumped around and hissed, giving away it’s position and worse, letting him get a look at it.
He made his way up the stairs carefully, switching to xenovision as he did so. As he entered the next dark floor, he could see the faintest flicker of the creature up ahead, preparing to strike.
Roaring in mock frustration (and very obviously turning his back), he waited until the hybrid leapt again and stepped out of the way. Managing to grab it’s long hair, he pulled, yanking it back, grabbing it by the neck and slamming it against the wall.
Hoisting it up, he could see now that the creature was female. Her tail lashed out, but he was ready for it, dodging most of the blade and escaping with only a flesh wound. Bringing back his massive skull, he headbutted the creature as hard as he could. Then he did it again, and again, and again until his mask was dented.
“Save this shit for human children; it doesn’t impress me.”
Deathdrop let her drop, and, before her body hit the ground, kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her back several feet. She recovered more quickly than expected, and rushed back into the shadows.
It was only then that Deathdrop realized he’d been sliced across the chest by the hybrid’s sword. Nothing grievous, but it was a decently-sized wound. He smiled. That was two new scars in one night.
“So you CAN fight..."
He stomped off after her.