Predator - The Banished

Chapter 25

The two aliens crashed out of the window, roaring and snarling at each other. Wrist blades flashed. Green specks were peppered along the walls and floor as the Predators smacked onto the roof of the neighboring building. 

They both sprang up, growling menacingly. Kyrum began to speak in a language that Samantha did not understand, and the other Predator responded in the same tongue.

Her response seemed to enrage Kyrum, and he lunged for his opponent, but was sidestepped. He pulled out a spear, extended it, and threw it as hard as he could. 

It made contact with the female's shoulder cannon, disabling it. She growled, and spread her arms in a welcoming gesture, and Kyrum roared louder still and charged. Another miss. 

Samantha watched, unmoving, not knowing what to do. Should she help Kyrum? Call for help? She didn't know. It didn't seem like either options would do any good. After all, they were...space aliens. They could easily overpower the police anyways. 

They continued to snarl and charge at each other. Well, that was mostly Kyrum. The other seemed to just be taunting him. He clearly didn't like it. 

The battle continued, wrist blades glinting in the moonlight, grunts of pain, bioluminescent blood occasionally spattered across the floor...quite the mess, Samantha couldn't help thinking. 

Eventually, it was too much for her. She closed her eyes. 

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Veritanium sparkled in the starlight, and neon blood splattered all around. Both hunters were very fatigued from the fight. Both plasma casters were not functional. 

T'Nira activated her cloak, and vanished. Kyrum tried to activate his mask's vision mode, but it was fizzing out and malfunctioning. He discarded it; just another piece of armor to weigh him down. 

He heard clicking from seemingly all around, and T'Nira's seductive voice spoke from all directions. She sounded amused.

"You wouldn't kill me, my love. You don't have the nerve. You lack the strength..." 

"You don't know what I am willing to do or have the strength to do. And you never will," Kyrum growled into the darkness. He felt angrier than he had in a very long time. 

A whooshing sound, and he was pinned by a razor net like a lion and a trap. He struggled, but it tightened. T'Nira landed, cat-like, in front of him. She raised her hand, and stroked his abs. 

Kyrum roared, and the net tightened still further. 

"Now...I will take you back to Prime and we will live our destined life together full of skulls and glory..." she said, lovingly. 

However, both of their wrist computers started beeping loudly. A shadow slammed onto the ground next to them, and T'Nira whipped around, snarling. The new figure punched her straight in the face, knocking her out cold. 

The shadow, which turned out to be another Yautja, cut Kyrum free from the net. He was battle worn, with spikes on his mask along with various symbols. The Elite hunter removed his mask with a hiss, and gave it to Kyrum. 

"Take it. You have more need of it than I at the moment, but I will want it back after this miscreant has been decimated," said Wolf. He had a large burn down the right side of his face, with an upper mandible missing. His right eye was a pure, milky white; it was blind. 

Kyrum put on the beaten up mask, and scanned T'Nira's limp, motionless form with it. She was not dead, but in fact recovering from the blow that Wolf provided. 

Both male hunters straightened up, ready to do battle again. T'Nira stirred, and slowly pushed herself to her feet. Her biomask was dented, smoking, and sparking. She removed it, throwing it aside. 

"I do not need this mask to show you how much I care, my sweet," she said in a rather sharper tone than usual. 

Kyrum remotely thought about the laborious task of crafting another biomask in the future. That is, if his future went according to how he wanted it to go.