*It was not only the heat that was increasing in temperature, the deadly clash between the invading Predators and the Xenomorphs also rose in intensity. Many of the great Hunters were already being properly greeted by their opponents in the typical Xenomorph fashion: teeth bared in a sadistic “smile†with arms stretched and raised – not exactly in greeting – charging with an unmatched fervor. Their “guests†would be just as welcoming with their sharp blades and explosive devices, allowing their deep-throated voices to be carried along with the wind acting as both as a warning to their enemies of their might and a demonstration to their comrades of their own power. A way to intimidate and gain admiration at the same time.
*Those blended roars from both Predators and Xenomorphs, carrying both hope and despair from either species, reached Iseijin, Drone Warrior, and Avpfreak in the form of a faint echo from the horizon. They were getting close, ready to begin their assault, but it was still too early to determine if the enemy was being subdued enough for them to attack safely so Iseijin hesitated to move from her spot though her two comrades were eager to go. It was safe here, almost as safe as if she were back in the Hive, but safety mattered little to a Xenomorph when the Hive was in danger.
*Many other Xenomorph soldiers had been summoned by their Alpha and their darkened silhouettes were beginning to take shape within the contrast of the light-colored sand nearby like some kind of desert reapers, dark and menacing. With every few steps forward their shape sharpened until they were close enough that every feature could be taken into account with great detail. Their hisses and deep growls blended with the sound of the sand whipping against their glistening exoskeletons. These reapers were ready to reap.
*Iseijin knew that she was no Alpha but if these soldiers were to be put to good use she would have to direct them for the time being. She looked at her two companions then the Xenomorph reared on her hind legs and let out a screeching shriek in front of the other drones; she wanted their attention and she got it in the form of responding shrieks. They were willing to comply...for now.
*The sandy wasteland was calm enough that it seemed that no soul had or ever will pass though its soil but soon the peace was disturbed when a large wave of raised sand came forth with a speed unbeknownst until then. Yet no natural phenomenon was causing this spectacle…
*A Predator Hunter stood his ground around the perimeter of the battle in case any freak bug managed to pass through its superiors and his Leader’s students. K20 was leading the assault and was nearby, within earshot. He was proud and ready, his eyes alert to any little movement that caught his attention and spun around in the origin of any unknown resonance with his blades ready to strike. His proud background would not allow him to relax at any moment.
*Yet no amount of training could prepare him for what happened next...
*A pair of jet black claws bloomed from the sand like dark flowers and dug their talon-like nails into the Hunter’s ankles and before his mind could begin to comprehend what was happening another dark pair of talons sprouted but this time they clutched his thighs, its sharp nails drawing pale green blood, and pulled the Predator’s body to the ground. The Hunter growled and roared angrily, trying to free himself from the grasps, but the more he struggled more hands appeared and gripped him. Anything that their bony claws could reach was grasped with furious strength.
*The last thing he saw was the elongated head of a Xenomorph drone rising slowly from the ground, golden sand trickling from the sides of its shining skull as if it were water, and the creature’s two sets of gaping maws aiming straight for his head...
*The Predator’s roar - a warning to the other Yautja of the Xenomorph's attack - echoed one last time before being abruptly silenced.
*The deadly hands slowly retreated back into the safety of the sand while the sickly pale green blood seeped between the grains along with them. From above it appeared as if nothing had disturbed the land, only the Hunter's lone mangled corpse hinted any disturbance...
(Out for the night, no cheap shots please)
~ No one is taller than the last man standing ~
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