(Chapter 11 Soon.) Yautja love story: Huntress und Wehrmacht

Chapter 2: Chosen

"How did you get  here?"

I felt chills go down my spine. As I stood there, I felt my legs quiver. Then the female stepped towards me, its hips swaying side to side. Suddenly my fight or flight instincts kicked in. Of course I chose fight. So raising my rifle to my left shoulder I pulled the trigger. I saw the tracer fly into her shoulder pad and just bounce off of the armor the round sparking and flying up into the ceiling. And she didn't even seem fazed by the impact, and kept striding towards me. I panicked as I tried to cycle the bolt but the rifle was made for right handed people. 

Looking back up I saw she was getting closer, so I stepped back a couple feet. I readied the bayonet at the end of my rifle, tucking the butt of my rifle into the side of my gut. And as a sort of response her wrist blades extended themselves further from the gauntlet. "Don't try that ooman..." Growled a deep feminine voice. 

I swallowed and placed one foot infront of the other, readying my stance. My mind told me to fight, but my body said no and kept me moving back. It was only until felt a wall come up behind me was when my mind finally took control. Rushing forwards I tried to make an upward gutting motion, but I only found my rifle between the two wrist blades and with one quick push I was forced back away from the beast. "Better give up ooman." It said aparently trying to warn me I assumed. But I didn't listen as the two of us began to slowly circle one another. Taking breather quickly cycled the bolt of my rifle and readied my stance again. Suddenly in a split second the huntress stood infront of me wrist blades raised. I nearly screamed as I quickly ducked and rolled to the side to avoid the attack.

As I rolled across the floor I stopped myself by quickly sticking a leg out and rolling up into a squatting position before I lunged towards the warrior. As I drove the bayonet of my rifle up towards the beasts neck. But sadly i missed my mark and merely grazed the side of the huntresses mask creating sparks as the knife grazed the metal, making a nice scratch on the paint atleast. Suddenly she grabbed the barrel of my rifle and tried to tear it from my grasp which she almost succeeded in but I held on for my life. But it was only whenever the muzzle of my rifle passed over her body was the moment I had another chance. So pulling the trigger of my rifle I fired off a round which sadly didn't find its mark and merely bounced off the armor protecting the chest.

This seemed to anger the huntress even more as she lifted a leg and kicked me away from her and my rifle. As I skid across the ground like grenade rolls along the floor I eventually came to a stop as I hit a wall. "You're truly a worthy opponent..." Said the huntress as she tossed my rifle to the side. Slowly I rolled onto my hands and knees and wheezed as I tried to breath. Finally after sucking a huge breath I slowly staggered back to my feet. "Going to try yet again?" Said the huntress questioningly, a few clicks added after that as she tilted her head to the side. I didn't answer and just grit my teeth instead under my mask. This was probably going to be my last attempt to try fighting back. So leaning down I lowered my self close to the floor and then darted towards the huntress with a pitiful rebellious cry. She didn't do anything as I flew off the ground and flew like an arrow hitting her gut with my helmet. 

She only seemed tickled apparently as I heard rapid clicking noises which to me sounded like laughter. I felt a hand grip my pack on my back and lifted me off of the ground. Then in the next second I found myself flying through the air yet again. This time it was much quicker, except I felt my back pop as I hit the wall and slowly slid down to my ass. I then heard the deep feminine voice resonate in the room and ring in my ears. "Look at me ooman." I slowly felt my head lift itself up practically obeying  the command, then my eyes locked with the huntresses cold mask. "Good, now take that mask off..." 

I felt myself hesitate. My hand was already on my helmet, but should I listen? 'I could be killed if I don't listen, but I might be killed either way.' Were the kinds of thoughts that ran through my mind until I let out a sigh of defeat as I pulled off my battle scarred helmet, and slowly pulled off my gas mask. With my face unmasked I looked up at the huntress as if to see an expression on its mask. But no, she only cocked her head one way. Then bending down she cupped my chin with her hand, her mask uncomfortably close to my face. She'd occasionally tilt my head to one side or another, clicking noises sometimes originating from the mask. "Hmm, you are an interesting ooman indeed." Mused the huntress in a weird sort of seductive tone as she let go of my chin which scared me, and turned around.