The battle had edged into morning. Now two beasts were upon him. With swagger, Otang straightened upright, held his combi-stick with one hand, bl*nt t!p to the ground, raised his left hand and taunted the two animals with his hand, calling them to his position. Both black freaks of nature hurled their bodies at the yautja, fangs and claws outstretched. The young warrior amazingly tucked and rolled on the rocks tumbling forward and out of the grasp of PRED64 and ACE. Turning about face, in the background, he could see the hive entrance on the floor of the rock formation that he had ascended on during the fight. Zoom mode showed it was covered with moss and other vegetation, barely concealed. His attention returned to the aliens, shaking and screeching as their primitive minds tried to scheme how to take on this intruder. Behind them, their tails snaked in around the air, as if the had a mind of their own.
Otang calmly pounded his chest armor two times and darted at the beasts. He engaged them, splitting them apart with his body as he swiped and clashed with the beasts using his extended combi-stick. With one strike to Ace he countered Pred64’s assault with the other tip. He spun his combi-stick in his hands, jumping up to gain leverage for strikes against each beast. He gave an elbow smash to Pred64 with his left and turned his face towards Ace and backhanded the xeno across his cranium with his combi-stick. Far away, forest creatures could hear the ravenous screeches of the two young xenomorphs.
One of the creatures charged the Yautja who turned the animal around and with extending wristblades, slashed at the creature, severing 2 of his filtering appendages. Its body cried out in pain. Ace took his chance and pounced on the hunter dropping him to the ground.
Pred64 remained gasping as his blood caused steam columns to rise from the rocky floor, the 2 appendages lay beside him. Ace cried out, tilted his head back and screeched at the heavens. Otang quickly dodged Ace’s second jaw strike as it buried into the rock bed. Its primitive brain couldn’t comprehend how the hunter grasped its wrists, pulled the claws away from Otang’s lacerated body and forced Ace into the path of a pouncing Pred64. All three were now on the ground next to each other when the Yautja’s wristblades back handed Ace’s neck causing minor damage.
Otang made a break for the hive entrance, it was very small. It would be very hard to quickly climb down, definitely with two xenomorphs giving chase. The hunter’s shadow raced in front of him; his back was to the sun. Two huge shadows appeared in front of him as if sliding gracefully on the rocky floor. The predator stopped his advanced as they overshot him and landed once more between him and the cave entrance. Pred64 panting as his remaining filter appendages were definitely working overtime.
Clan Balatu
Struggle is The Glory