The Predator's knees buckled and he stumbled a step before falling forward onto his broad hands. His own hot phosphorescent blood coursed down his shoulder and onto his chest in rivulets where claws were digging in painfully. Rolling onto his side, he threw the heavy weight off.
The heavy weight let out a shriek as it was thrown to the ground. It slid past the Predator on the cold stone floor of the pyramid. It flung out its spindly arms for stability and got to its feet. It raised itself slowly and flexed its dreadful jaws. A tongue with a second set of jaws lashed out and gnashed its tiny teeth. The Alien's body tensed before it sprang high into the air with its tail whipping and fingers outspread.
The Predator stepped back, centering his weight and bracing himself for the inevitable impact. With a jerk of his arm, his wrist blades extend. The Alien, indifferent to the blades, comes down upon both them and the Predator.
The two were thrown backwards onto the solid, stone ground. The Predator slashed at the Alien's chest with his blades. The Alien went rigid and bawled with pain as the Predator's blades ravaged the Alien's armor-plated chest. Hot yellow acid spurted from the Alien's chest in gushes and splashed onto the Predator. The Predator's armor hissed and crackled as the concentrated acid blood eroded it. The two monsters' broke free from each other's grip. They're cries of pain merged and melted into one terrible screeching bellow that made the chamber shake.
The Predator tore desperately at his armor, ripping it off and throwing it to the floor. The Predator's mask hissed as he ripped it off as well. He watched as the hungry acid devoured his armor before his shark-like eyes. The Predator reached for his boot sheath and produced a ceremonial blade. He stood, barely armed, and flared his mandibles at the Alien.
The Alien opened its terrible mouth wide. Warm saliva dripped down its jaws and onto the floor. The Alien lunged and thrust its tail deep into the Predator's abdomen. The Predator roared and with a whisk of his knife, sliced the Alien's tail tip clean from the rest of the tail. The Alien recoiled and whipped its tip-less tail, spurting acidic blood in ropes that hissed when it touched the floor. The Predator wrenched the tail tip from his abdomen and threw it to the ground. Glowing green blood oozed thickly from the wound, the Predator managed to stand. The wounds were taking a toll on him. The Alien's repeated attacks had torn his heat regulating net. He was shivering. Nevertheless, he couldn't give up. He clicked at the Alien, taunting it with the fact that the Predator was still breathing.
The Alien tossed its head, sending flecks of frothing hot saliva into the air. It charged forward in a blur and sprang high into the air over the Predator. The Predator raised his knife shakily, preparing for the final blow.
But the blow never came. The Alien's head, decorated with three points of red light, exploded in mid-air. Its body was stiff even before it hit the floor.
The Predator wheeled around numbly. He found himself staring down the barrel of a slightly smoking plasma caster. His eyes traveled to the wielder, his comrade Predator.
The comrade Predator produced his med kit from a sheath on his back and offered it to the wounded Predator. The wounded Predator, half of his face scorched by the acid, shook his head and looked away. He had been dishonored. His comrade had had to save him.
The comrade Predator did not look shocked. He returned the med kit to its sheath and paused for a moment. The wounded Predator's clicking faded. He never thought it would be like this. But it was a must. He had been dishonored. This was the only way to gain it back.
The comrade Predator gave an understanding nod and aimed the three laser points onto the wounded Predator's head. The wounded Predator didn't even brace himself.
