At the site of the eighth alien, MAVRICK in her experience decided we had to take a different approach. After wondering why this last creature, KATAM, got in line twice when they were giving out Xenomorph tails, she acknowledged that was the only target that mattered. After all he was bigger and his abnormal sized tail would impede his offensive power as well as enhance it.
All 8 creatures exchanged hisses, screeches and tail whips trying to intimidate us. One solitary xeno made a mad dash toward our position. His claws dug deep in the jungle floor for traction seconds later, that veracious virus fell to the floor in a cloud of smoke and dust. Defiantly both hunters stood their ground, red lasers emitted from Mavrick’s helmet and a low hum…..then shut off.
Three more xenos charged in the next wave, their feeble minds knew no more but attack at all cost. Otang took flight to meet one beast in mid air. Both monsters meet with a ‘THUD†and clasped each other. The xeno scratched at the hunter . His armor screeched like nails on a chalkboard. The alien caught some skin and drew blood. Its tail whipped and snaked around, stabbing and slicing, finding its mark on the Yautja's zide. Still in a locked position with each other., Otang bursts with energy, sending both straight up into the air. Landing hard on the jungle floor the Xeno was disoriented, Otang in a low stance, his arm and wristblades extended back behind him after slicing half the cranium off the xeno.
Looking back at Mavrick, she pushes bodies off her path with her foot. They regroup. 4 down.
Clan Balatu
Struggle is The Glory