(All right then. Solo Pred – it seems you will be fighting me so prepare yourself. Oh, one more thing, please refer to me as “she†because at first I was confused on whether you were actually going against me or not.)
*If Iseijin could vocalize words then she knew a whole string of cusses would have escaped from her mouth by now. She thought she was safe from the Predators’ view but it seems that the Hunters had spotted her and flushed her out of her hiding area. One of them, it seems the female Yautja, threw a bladed disk at Iseijin’s head but luckily the Xenomorph sensed the weapon coming for her and she was able to dodge it safely yet this act meant that the Predators meant business and were expecting a decent fight. Iseijin was not one to disappoint.
*The Xenomorph knew that it would be of no use to try and continue taking cover so with a loud roar and a graceful leap she met the Predators face to face, displaying her many sharp teeth under her quivering lips with deep-throated growls and a crouched battle stance, and tail swiveling behind her elegantly to show that she was healthy and strong; to say to the Predators that they were not to expect an easy kill. If they wanted her skull she was going to make sure they worked hard for it. Iseijin’s display of prowess did not deter the Hunters and one of them threw himself at her with a loud battle cry and bloodlust in his eyes.
*It had begun.
*Iseijin reared and met the lunging Hunter as his tackle connected with her. The force of the impact resounded with a loud thud and threw the Xenomorph to the ground with the Hunter on top of her, dust and dirt flew where they landed. Both creatures snarled loudly as one tried to overpower the other, claws and wristblades met mid-air, attacking and counterattacking at the same time. It wasn’t even a formal fight. It was a dirt struggle. Iseijin knew she had to take this Hunter off her as soon as possible or else it would not be long before his wristblades connected with her throat.
*The Hunter raised his arm high in the air to deliver the fatal blow but as he did so he exposed a large area of his chest and Iseijin used this opportunity to firmly placed both her feet on the Predator’s sternum and with great force throw the Hunter in the air for a few moments then landing with a sickening thud on the ground a few feet in front of her; those few critical moments to allow her to get back on all fours again and face the Hunter properly. He recovered quickly; the attack did not injure him, getting into a battle stance with both arms and legs firmly squared with his body with his wristblades extended and ready.
*Iseijin dared not let her guard down from this Hunter, even with the female Yautja nearby, this was between this Xenomorph and this Hunter. He was young but he was still a Yautja and Xenomorphs knew that no Yautja was to be taken lightly. She snarled furiously, enticing the Hunter to attack again with feigned attacks, jumping back and forth, getting him roused.
*With another loud growl the Hunter lunged again at his Xenomorph opponent. This was the move Iseijin was expecting. Many young Hunters confidently threw themselves with their upper body leaving the lower section vulnerable. Iseijin ran to meet the Hunter again but instead of connecting with his attack she dived under him and struck her tail across his ankles causing him to stumble and slam to the ground chest first. In this position it would take him longer to get to his feet so before he could recuperate Iseijin leaped for him with her talons open and ready to rip flesh and her teeth exposed and aiming for his head…
*But her fangs never reached their target.
*It seemed that Iseijin had not counted on the Hunter flipping over to his back and instead of biting into his head her mouth only connected with the Hunter’s metal wrist gauntlet when he placed it over his face.
*They were back where they had started. A dirt struggle. Iseijin pushed down with her mouth but the Hunter kept a strong stance with his arm. Drool dripped onto the Predator’s mask and slid over either side of its metal surface, leaving a trail of glistening moisture. Both creatures’ bodies quivered uncontrollably as they struggled to subdue their opponents. Sweat had started to appear over the Yautjkin as he tried to keep the Xenomorph’s gaping maw away from his face and Iseijin was having trouble keeping this up but knew if she were to let go then there would be a great possibility that he could attack before she had a chance to retaliate.
*Neither would allow the other to gain the advantage…
(Solo, go ahead and give your account on the situation. No kills yet, it’s still too early for that.)
~ No one is taller than the last man standing ~
~ Males conquer, females rule ~