Stalker was in critical condition, lying unconscious, his mind was struggling with itself, struggling for survival. The warrior's body was severely damaged, the queens tail had broken one of his shoulderblades, rendering the arm useless. The tail had punctured through his body with ease, miraculously not hitting his sternum. The right side of his lung was punctured & the right side of his ribcage had a gaping hole in it, his mask had also been torn off in the assault. In the warriors unconscious mind, a war for survival was at it's peak.
Stalker couldn't feel anything, his whole body was traumatised so bad that it was completely numb. The doctor quickly turned to his fallen comrade, "Stalker" he yelled, rushing over, asuming his life had come to an end, the proud elder bowed his head as a sign of respect to his fallen brethren, "may you be honoured in the afterlife, for blood & honour".
The doctor's words rang through the unconscious mind of the fallen hunter, as the doctor stood & turned to continue the vicious assault on the alien matriach, a hand grabbed his ankle.
Swinging around, the doctor was in shock, it was Stalker. The warrior was still alive, "brother, you didn't think I'd fall that easy did you", with an almost gleefull smirk across the hunters scarred & battered face, Stalker tried to struggle to his feet. He could barely stand, as the numbness dissipated, a horrendous, piercing pain echoed through the hunters body, it was torture. Stalker was used to pain, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced, he could barely breathe due to his collapsed lung, pulling out his emergency breather, Stalker managed to regain himself for a moment, The warrior was extremely injured, but his fight wouldn't end until there was not a trace of his body left to fight it with, he would see to that.....