Xenomorphic

Chapter 12: Aliens Vs Predators Part 2

And there was always the silenced M9 in his coat pocket.

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Scar's wrist blades extended with contained fury. Bio-mask set to EM vision, tri-dot laser sight roaming over the sheds and snow, expandable Smart Discs (new design) in both hands, and Plasma Casters set to fire at a moment's notice, the lone Predator entered the maze of wood and steel.

Legs bent and arms forward, Scar was constantly on a swivel, searching for the Serpent-girl, and making sure she didn't sneak up on him. The shared feed from his fallen brothers' bio-masks showed that the Serpent-girl was very skilled, and very smart. In this environment, if the Serpent-girl was anything else like the Serpents, she had the home-advantage.

A guttural sound rolled out from Scar's bio-mask.

WHOOSH

The Predator whirled around and fired off a plasma blast, blowing up a snow truck. The blast-wave from the igniting fuel sent Scar falling on to his armored behind. Instantly realizing the large amount of danger this position put him in, the Predator bolted to his feet with a roar of challenge, fully expecting the Serpent-girl to attack.

Huh. Nothing happened.

Scar whipped about, his EM vision painting the world varying shades of white and grey...but nothing glowed bright green. The amount of edge this put him on made Scar realize the Serpent-girl's current strategy: set his nerves on fire with psychological tactics and swoop in for the killing blow when he was jumpy enough to attack a penguin.

Calming himself and his mind, Scar entered a brief state of meditation. His breathing evened out, his heart rate slowed, his nerves returned to normal...and something jumped on top him.

Reflexes surged and Scar reached behind, gripping something thin and smooth. Oh good, the Serpent-girl. Roaring, he bent over and threw the abomination off of him before she could do any damage.

The Serpent-girl was sent sprawling in the snow, but she quickly popped back up...a combi stick in one hand, and something sparking in the other one.

His left Plasma Caster.

Scar turned to face his opponent with a diesel-like growl rumbling in his throat. The abomination hissed in response, crushing the Plasma Caster in her grip, the pieces falling to the snow. With two jerks of her arm, the combi stick extended to full length. Twirling it around, she pointed it at Scar's chest.

The burning truck casted dancing shadows across the snow.

Scar idly noted how the way he held his Smart Discs made them look like battle fans. A flick of his wrist sent them flying at the Serpent-girl. They were easily batted aside by the combi stick, but their purpose was served.

Distraction.

Scar was inside of the abomination's guard before the second Disc hit the snow, but instead of ramming into her, the Serpent-girl flipped over him. No matter, planting his foot he whirled around, wrist blade on a path to slice her in half.

Instead of tearing through flesh and bone, the Serpent-girl had positioned the combi stick to block the strike, but the force behind Scar's swing sent her skidding across the snow...mere feet from the burning truck.

[AvP 2010 OST: 6 vs Predators]

Scar stalked forward, wrist blades held at his sides. Finally, vengeance would be his. He would kill this abomination and take her skull for his first trophy...and bring honor to his name and family.

The Predator took a fighting stance, and so did the Serpent-girl. Wrist blades against combi stick. Size against speed. Brawn and brains against less brawn and more brains. Training against instinct. An ancient blood-feud culminating in this moment, and forever more.