He soon emerged into an even larger chamber than the former. He saw what he assumed were Soft Meat - oomans - wrapped in small and slight armor. He tilted his head in curiosity, lowering his burner. This was ridiculous. He was about to turn around and continue looking for the Hard Meat when one of the oomans shouted.
"Nega-scum! How dare you run out on our fight! In the name of the moon…" the thing made a few odd gestures, "I shall punish you!!" It reached for its forehead where he assumed its burner was; he got to his first. Striking a proper warrior's stance, he pulled out his burner, aimed, and fired. The ooman shrieked as it was engulfed, crumpling into a sizzling pile of charred and popping flesh and bone on the cavern's floor. He flared his mandibles in victory and amusement. He played back what little of the oomans speech he had recorded.
"I shall punish you!!" it had babbled.
A few more oomans ran forward; he held his burner high, adrenaline pumping. The oomans looked uncertain; he was not.
Just then, another ooman appeared from the shadows. This one wore much more, though just as flimsy-looking armor. It was speaking - he figured he should record this, too, in case it came in handy later.
"Like sand through the hourglass, I am the Moonlight Knight!"
The other oomans seemed extremely frightened by this, making squealing noises and wrapping their arms around themselves - all except one, that is, dressed in red, that pointed to the steaming hunk of flesh that was the other ooman, chattering, "You're a tad late."
He didn't bother to record this, what the latest ooman to appear had said seemed to have more of an effect. He played it back.
"Like sand through the hourglass, I am the Moonlight Knight!"
All of the Soft Meat turned to look at him in shock. They even backed away a little. He flared his mandibles again. He hoped they would attack. Oomans were supposedly very deadly and sneaky, but these were obviously fools. He would be proud to line their skulls up together on his trophy case.
"Jupiter, thunder…" one started to say. He burned it as he did the first one, the smell of cooked Soft Meat bringing him pleasure.
"Venus… crescent beam…" He burned that one, too.
"Mercury…" It was dead before it finished the word.
"Mars…" This one was roasting as it said the word.
He turned to the remaining Soft Meat. It blinked its eyes.
"Uh…" it babbled.
"Uh…" he repeated back to it.
Suddenly, something flew at him - the ooman had thrown it - but he turned his burner on it, disintegrating the thing in mid-flight.
"Like sand through the hourglass, I am the Moonlight Knight!" he played back to it.
The Soft Meat looked panicked. This phrase really frightened it! He would have to keep it and use it on others.
The ooman turned and ran. He pursued eagerly.
*Run, Moonlight Knight, run!* cried the author, her voice all echo-y in the cavern.
He stopped and looked around, confused, thus giving the ooman time to disappear.
*Oh, go find your Hard Meat* said the author.
The Predator shrugged and went off to do just that, eager to try out his new phrase. He played it one more time, savoring the sound - he didn't know what it meant, but it must have been threatening.
"Like sand through the hourglass… I am the Moonlight Knight…!"
The End ^-^::grin::