Fight for one's honor
Three days...it will be three whole days before we reach Yautja prime, and I am some what apprehensive about getting there, although I am already one the ship and we are past the half way mark. I am also questioning my decisions…do I really have some kind of future with Death Strike? Will I ever go back to earth? And why have I been summoned by the High Elders? Every thing is just so confusing.
Yuna had been in her room for two days now and had to admit that she was really bored, so she decided to venture out and have look around the ship…or at least locate the sparring floor so that she could practice her fighting techniques. She had forgotten how large these ships were and it took her over half an hour to locate the bloody training room. It must have been early because Yuna noticed the lack of hunters in the hallways; she had heard loud slurping and clicking noises coming from one of the upper levels so…she guessed that they were having breakfast.
The training room was HUGE! Three quarters of the room was an enormous dirt floored ring, (more oval than ring) and along one wall was a vast selection of different weapons of various sizes. There was even an area designated for spectators, the rest of the room was filled with strange forms of gym equipment; one of which resembled a large bike…the image of a Yautja warrior riding an exercise bike was hilarious.
Yuna walked out into the center of the arena and dumped her weapons bag onto the floor; it fell to the ground with a dull thud and a clank. Piece by piece she removed her armor until all that was left was the mask with its honor mark and cold red eye pieces, and her bikini style top and loincloth skirt. Looking down at her attire, she twisted and flexed her muscles; to test its durability. The fabric was strong, flexible and light weight.
Reaching into her bag she pulled out her I pod and flicked it onto her favorite warm up track. Leaning into various positions and moves Yuna stretched and warmed up her muscular body to the strains of P Diddy's Bad Boys for Life. She practiced various punching and kicking combinations; her favorite kick technique was the scorpion kick, she had been so bored one day that she had watched the matrix trilogy and begun replicating Trinity's fighting scenes. As the adrenaline pumped through Yuna's blood stream the light blue speckling and tintation on her body slowly became more and more vivid. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed that her skin now matched Ilyria's, unless she removed her mask, one would think that she was just another Yautja…unfortunately that is exactly what happened. One of the newly blooded warriors had entered the training room and noticed Yuna practicing.
He watched intently as the young woman fought and imaginary foe, he marveled at her incredible grace and agility; the fact that she was only wearing her bare essentials had not gone unnoticed either and the fact that the young male was in heat presented a problem. Smiling to himself the young warrior adjusted his loin cloth and strutted cockily up to the practicing female. Being that he was still young, the young blood only reached 6ft9; so Yuna was still taller than him. He snuck up behind her and snaked an arm around her slender waist, growling as he did.
Yuna stiffened and struck him backwards in the solar plexus with her elbow. The young blood grunted and released her, Yuna turned and flipped out of range. She lowered herself into fighting stance, her spear pointed at the warrior's throat.
"What the pauk did you do that for?" he clicked in anger.
"You…snuck up on me, as I recall no one should ever sneak up on a warrior when they are practicing" Yuna replied.
"I just came in here to…admire the view" the young blood looked her up and down before growling in anger "but now I challenge you to a fight, you insulted me by rejecting my advance"
Yuna threw back her head and cracked up laughing.
"I can assure you young blood, this will hurt you more than it hurts me" Yuna smirked. "But if this fight is to be honorable, you must only wear your mask and loin cloth…as I am"
The young warrior stood tall and swiftly removed his armor, his flesh was covered with orange and red tiger stripes, and for a Yautja he was quite skinny (think the predator from the first movie). He picked up his speak and twirled it in a wide arc before slamming it down onto the ground. He let out a threatening roar, Yuna leaned forward and let out a deep throated roar of her own…although it sounded more like a vampire than a predator. He started racing towards her when a beefy fist struck him in the shoulder and sent him flying across the room. The young blood hit the wall, the force of the impact causing the walks to shake a bit. The young blood stood up and glared at the one who had interrupted his fight. Death Strike was standing near the edge of the arena glowering at the young hunter.
"Rho'ha, what were you dong challenging my mate to a fight?" he growled darkly. "Do you have a death wish?"
Rho'ha looked at the floor in embarrassment, it was forbidden for young bloods to mate of be alone with any female until they are officially marked back on their home planet.
"I…I um did not know she was your mate…sir" the young blood stammered.
Yuna walked up to him and removed her battle mask, she flipped her long thigh length dreadlocks out of her face and glared at the guilty warrior, her cold blue eyes flaming. He was startled to see she was human.
"If you try a stunt like that again, young blood…I will cut off your balls and disperse them out of an air lock" she whispered evilly.
Drawing back her fist she rammed it into the hunters face and sent him flying back into the wall again, his face was covered in glowing green blood. Rho'ha picked himself up and slunk away from the two warriors. She stretched her muscles for a bit then heard a purr behind her. Turning around, she came face to face with Death Strike's towering form.
"Well…aren't you a pleasant sight for a slayer?" Yuna asked, smiling.
"Aren't you a ravishing sight for a warrior?" Death Strike said, teasingly.
She smiled and sauntered up to him.
"You, interrupted my fight…now I have no one relieve my tension with" Yuna said in a seductive tone. "Unless…you wish to fight me"
Death Strike cocked his head to one side and smiled, (I don't know how Yautja's smile so just use your imagination).
"Alright, but I must warn you…my fighting skill had improved since we last saw each other" he clicked "What will be your weapon?"
Yuna held up her hands, the three blades that resided between her knuckles shot out from her flesh. Death Strike held up his spear and unsheathed the long pointed ends. Both warriors dropped into stance; Yuna turned her I pod to the next song Akon's Belly dancer Bonanza.
Death Strike felt the force as Yuna fist skimmed his face. He felt the force as he hit the ground full force. He done this so many times and he knew he was getting better at it. But he still couldn't beat her. And she had even gotten stronger in the time that had passed. He coughed feeling the warm blood trickle down his chin. She always held back as well!
Death Strike delivered a full forced punch to Yuna's exposed mid section; she coughed, wincing as she picked herself off the floor. These fights on his ship where fought to the death sometimes. Yet he only came away with bruises and broken bones, Yuna always came out with no injury. Death Strike always tried to avoid her face and never kicked her in the crotch…she did. She watched as he pulled up roaring before grabbing her.
She felt the force as she was tugged of her feet. She felt the arms wrap around her middle with crushing force, if she was human she would have felt spikes of pain shoot through her middle. She tried to kick out. Only to hit sold muscle, she did hear him groan as she pulled up her fist meeting Death Strike's gaze. Before bringing it down hard in his face. Causing him to howl, his grip on her loosened.
She hit the floor again hands first, she turned kicking him in the face again before he could grab her. He pulled back feeling some blood trickle down his lower right mandible. He pulled up a clawed hand feeling cold blood, Yuna spun away from him, moving her hips seductively to the beat that only she could hear. He slammed his fist down watching her move quickly out of the way.
He tried to grab her leg again only to have her pull free. He felt the sudden spike off strong pain as she kicked his ankle, he knew that she always held back It wasn't like her race was built to fight his, but due to her unique breeding she had an unfair advantage.. He pulled back bringing both hands down grabbing her arms. He pulled her off the floor bracing her arm stopping her struggle. He eased open his mandibles roaring in her face. Only to have her loudly roar back in his.
He flared his mandibles again. His gaze narrowed. "You fought well!" Yuna bent unnaturally and leapt from his arms. "That doesn't mean I quit!" she tapped his lower left mandible.
Snarling Death Strike unsheathed his spear again and rushed at Yuna full force, Yuna shot out her claws and did the same. Yuna's claws struck him low in the arm, penetrating his skin and muscle, Death Strike roared in pain and pulled away. Yuna made no sound; a small trickle of blood began to run from her mouth. She coughed and spluttered glowing red blood allover the floor as she collapsed, the sound bringing Death Strike out of his day dream. He saw his mate on he ground with his spear sticking out of her lower abdomen.
He rushed to her side and cradled her head in the crook of his muscular arm; Yuna was tense with the pain. She reached down and grasped the handle of the lethal device, squeezing her eyes shut she let out a loud yell as she pulled the spear from her flesh. Death Strike quickly placed a thick absorbent cloth over the leaking wound to stop the blood flow. Yuna reached up to stroke his lower mandibles and smiled as darkness took hold. The last thing she could hear was Death Strike's plaintive roar.
TBC…
Well that was the third chapter with a cliff hanger, will Yuna live or die…Thanks to those very few who have reviewed. Please review lfames and constructive criticism are welcome but no abuse.I know this is my first attempt as an AVP fic but please be kind. I plan to write one about AVP twister.
Luv yas Reya