Tank Borne

Part 18: Youtja's darkside

Synsyn spread his mandibles and tasted the air. The Youtja before him was a mature male and from the different signatures Synsyn could make out he had many weapons. Throwing disks, a bladed whip on his right hip and wrist blades in his gauntlet. The Youtja before him had light armor that was very worn and had gashes and missing pieces here and there. He didn't have a mask or a shoulder cannon like most hunters.

Synsyn stepping closer while the other male did the same. Synsyn stopped noticing a mark in the other male's crown had a burn mark over it. Like something was marked there then someone covered its meaning. Synsyn couldn't make out what the symbol was at one time but guessed whatever it was, was void a long time ago. Right about when this guy stopped taking care of his weapons and armor. He was shorter than Syn too by a foot but that could mean nothing of Synsyn couldn't put up enough fight to save himself if the male decided to attack.

He caught the scent of Liana again on him but there was no scent of her blood. Synsyn noticed the male had started to musk and so he did the same. Communicating by scent who was older and stronger. Synsyn was indeed bigger, bulkier, but not older. This Youtja wasn't considered old by any means to their kind. For a human he'd be 45 while Synsyn would be 30,at his peak of strength.

The other male decided to walk around Syn taking in his size and different shape to his body. He could tell by the way he wasn't attacking him already that he didn't know he was indeed a Bad Blood but then what kind of Youtja was he? A feral? Born here or where, he didn't know but he as curious it more looking at a huge trophy since this particular Bad Blood went for his own kind as prey thinking beat the best you are the best.

Synsyn kept his head turning with the male's movements watching him. The male spoke up, "you are not from Prime?"

"No."

"Ah then you are feral?"

Synsyn turned and growled at the male to stop circling him. He didn't like this male and asked, "I am tank born. Found by ooman. Female trying to find my people."

"Looks like one found you." The male smirked and his scent started to fade. Synsyn couldn't smell his intent as well but knew he was masking it and knew this wasn't what a true warrior would be like. It was encoded in him what his kind should be and about honor. Everything about Synsyn was honor, it was in his bones and soul. For some reason he felt like this Youtja had lost it with that mark on his crown. He asked about it.

"Your mark on your crown. What does it mean?"

The other male snapped his eyes wide open at Syn's question and growled to himself trying to remain calm. He hated that scar. He hated he failed but still loved his own ways of hunting. He smiled planning while he spoke. He said, "it means I was a warrior. Supposed to be Elite Warrior but I was told I was not better than another. That mark is for surpassing my Chiva."

Synsyn didn't know what a Chiva was but he sensed it was some kind of testimony to something important. So he asked, "then why burn it?"

At that the other male laughed which sounded like a harsh bark. Which it was in a way, the bark part was because the conversation made him upset but then again it fueled his anger and need to kill this big prey in front of him.
He stopped laughing and watched Syn back you a step and faced him squarely. The Bad Blood answered, "I didn't burn it. Elders had the Elite who stole my right from me so it. I wouldn't except being second best so I killed my students and everyone who thinks they're stronger than me. Kill the best you are the best."

After that without warning the Youtja snapped and roared at Syn then he grabbed his whip and cracked it. The sound echoed in the spider cave making every spider that was hiding inside scurry back and watch from their holes in the walls. Synsyn dodges it and roared back spreading his black arms and legs. His bright white fangs dripped with saliva as he bellowed his challenge to the male and his eyes not glowed red and orange from rage.
The stripes of greens and blacks became bolder on his body and the green blood within him made him look like he was glowing. His body heat raised making his body even glow to his enemy.
He had never fought his own kind, no a step below his own kind, before but he was ready for a really challenge.

The Bad Blood swung his whip at Syn again and the blade missed because of Syn's quick reflexes and hit instead a spider egg which was very sticky and webbed into the cave floor. The Bad Blood pulled around it but he had to release the whip because Syn took his opportunity to lunge for the male with his axe. He managed to cut the chest plate on the Bad Blood but couldn't deal damage to him when the male released his wrist blades and swiped at Synsyn.

Both jumped back and circled. The Bad Blood looked at his torn and mangled armor and ripped the chest piece off leaving his codpiece, gauntlet and greaves. He roared at Syn again and reached behind him and grabbed a throwing disk and threw it at Syn. Syn dodged out of the way but as he focused on the Bad Blood coming for him he forgot that disk as coming back and the top of his right shoulder, right above the collar bone, was sliced. If he didn't move to the left like he did his head would've been cut off but he heard it coming.

He roared when his was hit and then again when the Bad Blood came and grabbed his dreads and pulled him down. The hold didn't last when Syn grabbed the gauntlet with the blades before they were rammed into his skull and brought the Bad Blood's arm close and cut it off with his axe. The Bad Blood let go immediately and held his stump whining and growling. His breathing became heavy with rage and he spat at Syn and yelled, "I'll pauking take your head!"

Syn held his shoulder while he tried holding the axe with his right hand. He growled back and said, "I dare you. You Asshat!" He used the word he learned from Liana after she called Parker that once.

The Bad Blood three both of his disks at Syn and Syn three his axe and the collided and dropped in between them. The Bad Blood charged and Syn grabbed the whip on the ground and yanked it free them slashed at the charging Bad Blood. It cut and sliced perfectly what Synsyn wanted to cut. The other male's legs, they were cut clean off at his thighs. He screamed and roared out in pain and hate when he was trying to hold himself up right with one arm. He cursed at Synsyn and said, "you piece of c'jit you missed!"

"I didn't miss." Synsyn shrugged and smiled walking around and about to pass the male. The other Youtja spat and asked, "what do you mean? I'm still alive!"

Synsyn stopped and kicked him over on his back and made him stop squirming in pain and pay attention, "spider doesn't like dead food. They like fresh."

At that he smiled and walked out with the whip and left his broken axe and the disks that laid damaged.

He touched Liana. I could smell her on him. I have to find her. Where are you? Please be safe! He thought as he left the cave to find her.