Wow im doing ok with the reviews and favorites. You guys are awesome! Sorry it took so long I had to wedding on Saturday and tests last week so ive been busy busy busy. Oooooo and I got my cosmetology shampoo license! Im so happy lol. Ive also been playing lots of dead island for ps3 cause that game is bad ass! Ugh now that school is about to end, im getting closer to my ACT test date. Im so nervous. Well enough about me lets move on to the story.

Chapter 4

…..predator pov…..

He watch from the distance of his throne, right next to his father. And as the girl walked out from the darkness of the corridor that led to the holding cells, into the light of the arena, he took in the sight of the white haired and pale blue eyed girl. Almost forgetting why she was there.

"paya" he mumbled to himself as her looks captivated his hazel eyes. he returned to full attention at the sound of his father voicing the words that could lead to the girl's death. Yet he watched closely as the girl became engaged in a fight for survival.

"my lord, must this girl fight? It doesn't look like a fair fight between the male and her." Dachande said to his father whom paid no attention. The male sighed to himself as he contemplated how to save the beauty of this girl. He thought, and thought, for long seconds until he watched the first drop of blood spill from the girls arm. He cringed at the sight and nearly tore a chunk from the arm rest as he dug his talons deep into the wood and bone material. The male, Boris, was sure to toy with her before ending her life. A sickness in his muscled stomach aroused as he watched the girl's struggle. Yet it impressed him that she showed no sign of pain. It seemed as though she never noticed the bleed. He became somewhat relieved by the fact. Maybe she could beat this worthless man. Maybe.

Still he watched, as the girl dodged, blocked, and threw punches at the male.

She was a unique warrior in his eyes.

…human pov….

I dodged, I blocked, and I threw punches at the man that insisted he would take my life. For his size, he was fast but I still knew how to get away from his attacks. He came at me, and I found my escape from the attack to his left. I went for it, and as I passed him, I kicked him in the back of the knee causing him to collapse under his weight. I smirked at the sight in a mocking way. I took my stance, with my hands up guarding my face and my feet in an "L" shape, my front foot a good two feet in front of the back one. The man stood and faced me.

"feisty little girl aren't we." He voiced as he held his chosen weapon in a tight grip.

"whats the matter, are you having doubts?" I taunted holding my position. Yet I still doubted my survival. I hoped god or whoever else would just take me away. I hoped….. rather I prayed. And yet I was still there in that arena. That blood stained arena filled with who knows what the fuck those things were.

Boris, swung the make shift knife in my direction, which I successfully dodged with a ducking motion. After his attack I found an opening to execute my own, a side kick to the floating ribs. I knew my attack was successful as I heard the sound of breaking bone. It was feint against the sound of the crowd, yet still noticeable to my ears. He still stood though, and proceeded with his next attack.

He lunged forward with a stabbing motion, one that missed but grazed my arm. He exchanged the smirk from before and I took note of the wound; a scratch, not serious at all. I took my position again not letting him have the satisfaction of being overjoyed by my bleeding wound. He too took his position.

We both watched each other; looking into each other's eyes and predicting the next move. He swung at me and I blocked the attack and threw a punch to the nose. He attacked again, and I blocked again then nailed him in the chin with an upper-cut punch. His head fell backwards towards gravity as it did with the other punch but recoiled, returning to its original position. Before he realized it, I threw out another kick, a round house kick to the side of the head. I watched maintaining my stance as he clutched his head in pain.

"wow, you're not looking so good there boris," I teased as I began circling the man.

"im going to fucking kill you bitch." He replied with a harshly. He was on the ground on all fours, gasping for air. Clearly all those hits knocked the air right out of him. He stood, taking one more, deep, inhale, before spinning around to face me with the shard of metal flying towards my neck. As his arm gets close enough, I catch it and disarm him. His eyes go wide in shock, wondering how I managed to do that. I simply glare at him, instilling a sense of fear behind his evil eyes. I throw the metal across the arena and take my fighting stance again. Boris takes his own.

"if you want to do it this way….. then lets go" he sneers at me.

The crowd grows quieter, with a sense of suspense in our battle. I step to my right, and he steps to his. We continue, making our way into a full circle. I race him to the first attack and nail him with my fist to his face. He exchanges it back, nearly dislocating my jaw. The force of his punch started a wave of pain in my face yet I held my will close and pressed on. We exchanged punch after punch with an occasional kick to the chest, head or legs, trying to knock each other off our feet. The combat goes on for what feels like hours. It was complete hell for us both. Our knuckles were bleeding as too was our faces. Our eyes had also gone blood shot with broken blood vessels. I was nearly seeing in red and wondered if he was too. God make it stop. This pain was excruciating and I felt as if I should be on the ground balling like a small kid after they fall and scrape their knee.

…..

After minutes of our fighting, I find myself on the ground after Boris leg sweeps me.

"your growing tired, I can see it. Ask me nicely and ill end it quickly and painless." He voices as he wanders the area around me and picks up a javelin like pole. It was true. My stamina was running low and I was already panting with burning lungs.

"not a chance," I retort and roll over in attempts to get out of his way as he brings the sharp end of the pole down in anger. He tries again to impale me, yet I doge with a roll to the left. I watch as he struggles to pull the weapon from the ground, and decide to make my move. In high speed, I jump from the ground to a standing position, I then speed in his direction and ram him with my 135 pounds of weight, successfully knocking him to the ground with me on top and the javelin fallen to his side. With my pain and blood filled fists, I start beating him to a pulp. To his left I find the make shift knife from earlier and go for it. With it in my hands, I raise it high above the man's heart and let out a deafening scream.

I stop, my lungs burning and blood dripping down from my fists. I was frozen in time, not moving a single muscle. Not even blinking. Everything goes quiet with the arousal of a deafening silence yet I still here the small clicks and chirps from the aliens. Their eyes were on me, impaling me, and I could feel it.

Boris breathed heavily beneath me and questioned me, "why do you not finish me? Is it because you are not a murderer?" he ends with a psychotic laugh.

"you are not worth it. The most suffering you should feel is being alive to reflect on you wrong doings." I replay in a soft yet aggressive voice, my hands still raised above us.

I continue watching him, waiting for his response. "that's fine, but if im not dying, then you can!" he cries out and brings the javelin flying towards my head. I look in shock as it comes closer to my head and close my eyes awaiting whatever happens next. I felt nothing, thinking that my death was that fast only to open my eyes to the feeling of blood splattering onto my face. My eyes go wide at the site. The man beneath me, had his arm completely blown off my something, someone. My breaths soon become shaky as I watch the man cry out in pain and terror at his missing arm. I slowly backed away, only to have my body meet another huge one. And then, was gently pushed aside.

…..predator pov…..

He watched the fight to the very last minute when the girl was sitting on the man with the knife held above them. yet what took his curiosity was the fact that she didn't execute the final attack. Why? It was a true mystery.

He turned his attention the male beneath her and jumped into the arena as he watched the male grab the pole and bring it towards he head. At the time in which he made the jump, he was aware that he wouldn't be able to make it to the girl in time. Thus he made a risk that he prayed would be successful. He fired the plasma gun that sat attached to his shoulder armor. He nearly closed his eyes at the moment he fired. Yet when he opened them, he could see that the girl was unharmed by the blast.

He thanked paya many times before marching forward towards the humans.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY ARM?" The male one cried out, clearly in intense pain. Dachande growled as he gently pushed the girl aside and made his way to the male.

He lifted the amputee and clicked a few things in his native tongue. He eyed the male up and down before positioning his hands to remove the head and silence the male for good. As he did so, he heard the hissing behind a fearful gasp of air. He turned to face the female who was backing slowly away on wobbly legs.

He purred softly before speaking in a less than perfect human tongue, "female, do not be afraid. I will not harm you." He emphasized the last word, indicating that he would kill anyone else.

He shaky voice came as a near whisper, "what the hell are you?" there was a silence between them before the oversized man spoke.

"my species is called Yautja. I am called Dachande" in a normal situation he would not speak to a petty human but in this situation, there was something about this girl that he found so amazing that he couldn't keep himself from speaking. He wanted this girl, to call his own. He wanted her, to be his. She was almost a god in his eyes. a pure figure yet stained with blood and battle wounds.

Before the female could reply, they were interrupted by the bellowing voice that was Dachande's father; the leader of the clan.

So that was chapter four. My first try at writing a fight scene so no ranting please. If you enjoyed show some support and review please. I hope you guys enjoyed and keep enjoying. Ill try to update again soon. Toodles!