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

Chapter 4: Special

A/N: Sorry for the delay and not posting at all during April, I was mainly sick for the majority of it. Just a quick side note yautja words, and speech is represented as so. "Sample text" anyways enjoy the chapter!

I laid there in a daze as I felt the warm pulsation of blood rush through my head. The figure was now mere inches from me, it squatted down and grabbed me be my neck. The leather like texture of its hand was unpleasant against mine, not to mention its nails which bit down into me. I felt my helmet roll off my head as I was lifted off the ground. I swore it was talking, but I couldn't understand anything as I now was staring into the eyes of a demon. "S'yuitde." I heard it say as it shook its head. I then felt pressure being applied to my throat as breathing became harder. I began trying to suck in air but to no avail.

 'Is this really how I'm going to die? I didn't even get to see my family again. Fucking hell I let down my father.' I thought to myself my vision slowly became even more hazy. I didn't want to go out like this. It was too soon! So in a flimsy protest I kicked my legs and strecthed my arms out trying to grab whatever I could. However one of my jackboots landed a hit on 'something' and I felt its grip slightly lessen allowing me to suck in a breath. But then as my vision slowly came back i saw for a split second a fist fly at my face. The with the shear snap, and the fiery pain that followed. I hit the ground with a sheer crack. I felt warm blood trickle down my face. Slowly opening my eyes I saw the beast walking towards me again. Looking down at the two grenades on my hip I decided to atleast go out and try to take the beast with me. 

Slowly reaching for a stick grenade on my hip I grasped the screw at the bottom of the stick and started to twist it off. However the beast saw this and yet again I saw those wrist blades gleam, except they ejected farther and his pace became faster. Then as he was almost ontop of me I got the cap off and quickly grasped the glass bead on the end of the string. But as if a guardian angel was watching over me, I watched as the beast looked up and almost stepped back in awe. Slowly stepping over me was the female I had set free. Now clothed, and geared up. Except some things were still visible from this angle. 

Unconciously I screwed the cap of my grenade back on, and slowly tried to crawl away. Grabbing my helmet I slipped it back onto my head and watched as the two giants stared each other down. "So that's the thing that was in the container your ship dropped on its way down."  Growled and clicked the male as it looked over at me. I guessed it was speaking of me. "But why would an honorable huntress like you protect a pyode amedha?" Said the hunter cocking his head to the side. I watched as the two beasts stood each other down. The female even though she beared a mask on her face now seemed angered as the muscles on her back flexed. Then she seemed to reply to the male with words I couldn't understand. "Why would I have to answer to a bad blood such as yourself." Growled the huntress as she ejected her wrist blades and let out a horrid snarl.

The hunter replied by ejecting his blades as well letting out his own snarl, and taking one step towards the female. Then in a split second the two were at each others throats their wrist blades clashing against one another creating sparks. Letting out roars of anger and hatred. The male using his free arm threw a punch at the female who saw this and leaned her head back as the fist flew past. Using her free arm she grabbed the males wrist and in one fluent motion pivoted pulling the male off balance and in an act of physical feats threw the hunter atleast ten feet making him roll across the ground. This made me awestruck normally the mindset is that females are weaker than men but clearly to whatever these things are, wasn't the case. As the male slowly got up the female let out a roar of victory. While the male now on his feet again let out a roar of anger. I could only describe this fight as a turf war between two wolves. A hissing noise came from the male as a small object on his shoulder piece popped up and three red lines came from the side of his mask.