Human technology was so primitive that Three Claws often hunted them armed only with his wrist blades and a sword. This time had been no different. His plasma caster was safely locked away back on his ship. Three Claws' mandibles clicked in anticipation. This would be a good fight.
The beast glared across the clearing at Three Claws. It bared its fangs, breath billowing out in great plumes of steam.
Three Claws reached up with the maimed hand that had earned him his name and unclasped his bio-mask. Each hose connecting his mask to his armor let loose with a hissing jet of steam as they were unclipped one by one. Once the mask was free, Three Claws pulled it off and tossed it aside into the snow.
The wolf beast crouched low and snarled, baring its fangs.
Three Claws clicked his mandibles and slid down into a fighting stance. Dual blades extended from his right gauntlet with a snap and his sword's razor edge hissed as he slid it from the scabbard across his back using his free hand.
Three Claws spread his arms wide and roared his challenge.
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The Hunt
FanfictionPredators have hunted humans for years....but what if they got more than they bargained for...
