GORE WARNING!!
This should be quick.
I stalk as quietly as possible up to the oomans campsite. The heat waves of the males shine brightly. Two of them are making those odd noises again while the third just sits there.
Too easy. There has to be fun had in this somewhere.
I line up my plasmacaster directly at one of the oomans shoulders. I wait till one of them looks like it's asking about the three red dots on its shoulder, then I fire.
The things arm explodes off its socket. It and the other two scream as blood rains from the hyperventilating ooman thrashing on the ground.
It's time.
I launch into the campsite and reveal the blades on my gauntlet. The burly ooman in front of me goes to grab its weapon. Before I strike, I hear shots firing behind me.
I whip around to see the other male. It has the gall to try and kill me with its pathetic metallic spear thing. Predictably, the tiny metal balls it produces bounce right off my armor. Such inferior weapons for a supposedly smart species.
After the scrawny ooman sees its attempt fail, it drops the weapon and scrambles off into the dark. I'll catch it later.
As for the burly ooman in front of me, it stands there. Its weapon shakes around in its hands. Too easy.
I swiftly shove my blades right into the oomans chest. It emits a gurgling noise as I grab it and lift it off the ground.
With a few more slices into its belly and several sprays of blood, I reach in and claim my prize.
Its dead before the pile of desecrated meat that was once its body falls on top of the other ooman. It lets out a strangled cry as I tear into it, claiming its skull and spine as well.
Then there's silence. I'm not yet satisfied.
I haven't gotten the female yet.
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