FireHunter staggered as the flying human hit it in the ribs, it roared and retaliated by hurling the car at Deathdrop, who rolled out of the way just in time.

FireHunter was enraged now, and charged at the yautja, slamming into him, and sending him flying through the wall. With a flick of his tail he knocked the human away and jumped out of the casino after the predator, FireHunter's massive wounds spurted acid at irregular intervals, and it was ignoring the vicious wounds.

FireHunter kicked Deathdrop through the wall into the next casino, and roared in glorious fury.

DING!

DING!

DING!

DING!

DONG!

Having bounced off every single last goddamn slot machine in the casino, Deathdrop awakened to the sight of coins raning down on him. Not keen to keep getting hit in the head, the Yautja got to his feet and checked his limbs to be sure they weren't too badly damaged.

He realised he still had the smart-disk he had taken off the human.

Within seconds, Firehunter came tearing through the building, slapping the few remaining humans out of the way and leaping at the weakened Predator.

Throwing the human had been only been a distraction. Stealing the Smart-disk, THAT was the important bit.

Feigning injury, Deathdrop waited until the creature was nearly upon him before swinging the disk in a wide arc, severing Firehunter's right arm at the elbow. Though he spun his body around to avoid the worst of the acid, he didn't completly escape it. To avoid burns, he quickly removed the splashed armor and charged the Xeno from behind...

FireHunter screamed as it beheld it's arm fall to the ground with a thud, the hand twitched and FireHunter growled angrily.
Deathdrop landed with considerable impact upon FireHunter's back, and FireHunter felt something sharp jab into it's back and pierce the exoskeleton.
FireHunter's non-severed hand flew back and grabbed wildly behind it, FireHunter felt something fleshy and pulled it over it's head to face it face-to-face.

It beheld the squirming predator, and, snarling monstrously, put the stump of it's arm in Deathdrop's face, the mask melted away and a single layer of skin seared away from the burning chemicals.
Deathdrop loosed a roar and impaled FireHunter's good arm, FireHunter flung Deathdrop across the casino again and roared loudly, so loudly, in fact, that dust fell lazily from the walls as the building began to creak...

Gripping his burned face and trying to keep his mind on the fight, Deathdrop charged again. This time, though, the xenomorph was ready, using it's tail like a spear and ramming it through Deathdrop's shoulder.

Wrappign his free hand in the tail, he sawed into it with the disk, severing the xenomorph's most dangerous weapon. As the beast thrashed around, Deathdrop swung the bladed tail at the xenomorph's face.

Within seconds, the Predalien found itself without an upper left mandible. The severed tail swung again, this time leaving a large gash in Firehunter's face.

Deathdrop should have known not to push his luck, but he got greedy and tried it a third time. Firehunter caught it...

FireHunter yanked it's tail back towards itself, carrying the predator with it.
FireHunter's leg shot out and kicked the predator in the chest, there was a sickening crack and Deathdrop was sent back across the casino.

FireHunter threw it's tail to the ground and charged, it's stumped left arm moving as if there was still a forearm attached to it. FireHunter's bottom two mandibles outstretched, as they were the only mandibles it had left. It crashed through the small amounts of machines left standing, more coins spewing onto the floor, and FireHunter hauled Deathdrop up off the ground and tore off the predator's right arm.

FireHunter used the severed limb to beat Deathdrop multiple times on the head and the threw the limb off to the side. FireHunter's huge foot pressed onto Deathdrop's chest, and FireHunter roared in mighty triumph, Deathdrop, who was still alive, tilted his head back.

"Kill the xeno... Grab your arm. Don't panic. Yautja medical science is advanced. It can be reattached if you hurry."

The thoughts were flooding his head as he lay on the ground. The Predalien's huge foot knocked sense back into him. The pressure was enormous. The Yautja knew his chest wouldn’t last long, and the smart-disk was out of reach.

Deathdrop had nearly given up when everything seemed to slow to a halt. The Xenomorph and everything around it seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Deathdrop recalled his childhood. He had been searching through one of the countless ruins on the homeworld, reading the hieroglyphics that still littered the walls.

They told of a time before spacecraft and off-world hunting, when the Yautja were still a young species, as weak and fickle as the humans. Legend had it that a single member of their species, an ancient warrior known as K’rithi, was being crushed by a demon. Refusing to bow down to defeat, he did the impossible, and stabbed the demon through the leg with his sword.

As a reward for his bravery, the Gods blessed him, allowing him to sire the first of the true Yautja. The same warrior went on to establish the first of the Hunts.

Clearly, this was a sign. He placed his wristblades as close to Firehunter’s leg as possible and fired both blades directly through it. Tendons and bones were forever ruined as the creature lifted it’s massive foot off Deathdrop’s chest. When it put it down again, it landed wrong, ruining the limb. Reduced to limping, the Xenomorph began thrashing around wildly, spewing acid blood everywhere.

Deathdrop closed his eyes for a moment, wondering why the Gods had chosen him for this task. He wondered if he would cause the revolution, or of that honor would go to the children he was destined to produce.

Had he been paying attention, he might have prevented the acid from splashing all over his genitals. He didn’t notice, at first (it took it a few seconds to eat through the fabric) but just as his hand came down on the smart-disk, unimaginable pain shot through his body. What would have been an expertly-placed killshot to the head instead resulting in the disk slicing through Firehunter’s face, taking only part of his head.

It was difficult to make a xenomorph uglier, but Deathdrop had succeeded; the beat’s brain had been exposed. It was still alive, but barely. It’s lifespan had been halved at the very least, and several of it’s motor functions had been damaged.

This wasn’t of much use to Deathdrop, who was screaming and cursing in indescribable agony on the floor.
***

Meanwhile, in the other casino, Charlie pulled himself off the ground and realized just how many bones he had broken. His shaking hand reached into his pocket (which did not improve the state of his backwards fingers) and produced a remarkably-intact syringe. Charlie could only guess as to what miracle drugs were inside, seeing as how he had taken it off the dead spaceman last week.
He couldn’t have known that it was a Predator berserker drug…

FireHunter thrashed on the ground alongside it's enemy, it was unable to walk, barely able to move, it had been mostly incapacitated.
It dragged it's considerable weight towards it's enemy, using it's one arm, and grabbed Deathdrop by the leg, FireHunter dragged him towards itself, and bit down on Deathdrop's left arm while beating him with it's own good arm.

Deathdrop's left arm was left horribly mutilated as FireHunter's blood seared through the skin and into the wound, the arm rapidly dissolved.
FireHunter was suffering numerous kicks to the chest, and was ignoring them the best it could, but eventually something grabbed it's tail and actually dragged it off of the yautja.

Charlie dragged the larger spaceman off of the god, and kicked it in the chest, really hard, the exoskeleton cracked from the force of the kick. He strode up to the armless god.

FireHunter rolled and got up, it's leg dragging uselessly behind it as it slowly limped towards the human who had kicked it in the chest.

Charlie's foot had been shattered by the kick, but the serum had removed his ability to feel or react to pain. It was a good thing, too, because Deathdrop's kick shattered msot of his ribcage as we went flying back towards Firehunter.

Deathdrop, armless and dickless and eaten alive by acid, slowly crawled over to his wristcomp. Using his feet to press the buttons, (and grunting in pain all the way) he activated the bomb.

It was set to a low-yield to prevent drawing massive amounts of attention, but it would destroy the building.

Charlie leaped onto the Space-God, stabbing it repeatedly and putting his mouth to it's wounds. He felt the warmth of the fireblood as it sank into his throat. It ate away at his human form, burning all that was selfish and stupid and unholy.

The fumes went quickly up into his nose as he breathed deeply. His brain, unable to handle the bizzare combination of drugs (Terrestrial and otherwise), pain, and toxic fumes, as swiftly degenerating.

Finally, unable to take anymore, his mind burst, freeing his soul from the confines of his flesh-form and allowing him to transcend the Earth.

As his flesh dissolved, heavenly light cut through it, bathing him in it's unearthly glow. He rose up and consumed the entire building in his might, showing the warring spacemen the True Way, washing the desire to fight from them once and for all. He was a God.

Or at least he was in his last hallucination before his head melted from the acid. Batting his corpse aside, the barely-alive xenomorph crawled toward Deathdrop, who had nearly bled out.

Both were very close to death, yet charged anyway. Ripping each other to shreds was the only purpose in either creature's now very short life spans. Deathdrop repeatedly headbutted the exposed brain of Firehunter, dooming himself but damaging the Xenomorph beyond repair.

The two didn't even notice when the soldiers appeared and opened fire.

Now on the floor, Firehunter's arm shot out and put itself through Deathdrop's head. It was it's dying act.

As their nervous systems fired randomly, the corpses slapped against each other until Deathdrop's dissolved almost completely and Firehunter's was unrecognizable.

One of the humans noticed the ticking bomb and shot it.

The Desert Massacre of 1974, as it came to be called, was blamed on violent hippies. The sightings of monsters and UFO's were attributed to swamp gas. The corpses of the Alien and Predator were boxed up and shipped to a warehouse in Washington DC, where they would be studied.

***

General Hartman held the phone to his ear, waited for the man on the other end to pick up. Finally, he did.

"Hartman?"

"Yes, Mr. President?"

"What have you got for me?"

"The big one's nearly useless. Our people can't even cut into it because of the damned acid. They tell me the smaller one's blood-"

"The one with the pussy for a mouth?"

"... Yes. It's blood had a certain agent in it. The same thing was in the body of that stoner."

"Goddamn fucking potheads will be the death of us..."

"Yes sir, but you'll find this interesting. This agent is some sort of performance enhancer. In large doses it's lethal, but in more minute amounts we could have much stronger soilders to fight the Soviets with."

"What about the fags? Do we have anything to fight them?"

"... No sir, we're, uh... We’re… Still working that one."

"Shit!"

"But uh, getting back on point sir, we do have a way to extend life spans and increase strength & speed."

"Right. Give it to one of Phillips' boys."

"Yessir."

"Oh, and give some to Cheney, too. We need someone around to fuck with people when I'm gone."