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Untitled Part 28

"I think this might be your chance, Va'jaal." A light yellow yautja said to the blooded hunter who had just joined next to him outside of the sparring floor.

"A chance for what, exactly? He is still fighting?" Va'jaal, the blooded hunter asked in disbelief. He was on the way to the docking bay for departure but was drawn by the commotion. He wasn't quite sure what the fuss was all about.

"He hardly left the sparring floor since that hooman went away, and now he is accepting all challenges, including his rank," the yautja spoke to him, "I know you developed an unhealthy interest for his hooman slave, this is your chance to challenge him if you really want the female."

"All challenges?" Va'jaal asked shockingly.

"Yes. The clan leader announced it a short moment ago. If you defeat him in the fight, not only you earn his rank, you earn his hooman female, as well. That is if you will win." He said with a light chuckle.

Bringing his left forearm to the chest, Va'jaal immediately activated his gauntlet then tapped on the flashing message to check the announcement, and it had been officially announced clan-wide. He quirked his brow at this. A challenge for Bau'jah's rank alone was enticing enough to motivate many hunters, he could see why some had already accepted the challenge, or at least tried. He glanced at the fallen brethren on the sparring floor briefly. As a recently blooded yautja himself, the challenge sounded very attempting to him, and on top of that, the hooman female would be an added bonus.

For a moment, Va'jaal actually considered his chance for winning, but he had no illusion about where he stood in the clan. As an elite, Bau'jah was older than him, years of hunting and training had not only granted him with experience, Bau'jah had also honed his skills to perfection, both in combat and stealth attack. He didn't become a full blooded just to be humiliated in front of the clan. Va'jaal was smart, observant, and that was part of the reason he survived the chiva, with a sharp mind and a bit of good strategy. Bau'jah was a benchmark that one day he hoped he would match or even surpass, but definitely not today. The time was unripe.

"If you're as smart as you look, I highly recommend you not to accept the challenge." Va'jaal warned the light yellow yautja next to him after seeing his intention.

"But the reward is too great to pass. Don't you agree?" The yautja said to him, though his tone was filled with self doubt. His clawed hand froze above the projected screen.

"Nevertheless, you won't stand a chance." Va'jaal dropped the fact calmly, "haven't you noticed his behavior? The rage? He is clearly in a killing spree mode, he is hellbent on violence, craving for his enemy's blood. He is already a formidable opponent, and fueled by that degree of rage I'm afraid he is unstoppable, I'm not surprised if he killed someone in the ring. Whatever that hooman did to him, it set him off greatly. Save your bravery for another time, he will break you just like he did with the others."

Looking into those bloodthirsty eyes, then the badly injured brethren being carried out, the light yellow yautja finally agreed with him. "I cannot believe this is all for a hooman. A soft meat."

"Even the mightiest are inferior to someone, he is the living proof." Va'jaal jerked his chin to the sparring floor.

Apparently, Bau'jah had gone crazy for that female as he was willing to risk everything. His hooman was indeed worthwhile the effort, that scent of hers was...intoxicating. Undoubtedly, he wanted to mate with her, maybe just one time to satisfy his curiosity if Bau'jah agreed, but bonding with a hooman? That was where he drew the line. Eyeing him in the sparring floor, Va'jaal watched the show intently.

Bau'jah stood motionlessly in the center of the sparring floor, eyes shifting left and right as he waited for his next opponent. His chest puffed up when he surveyed each and every one of them like he was daring them to accept his challenge, most part of his upper body was covered in his opponents' blood, fluorescent green substance was dripping from his sharp talons, and pooled around his feet.