Disclaimer: For the billionth time, no, I'm not dumb enough to say I own AvP when I obviously do not.

A/N: -grins, amused- Did everyone REALLY think I was gonna kill Scar off? Haha, I have to admit I was surprised when the story turned that way. I mean, I'm just the writer. I have no clue where the ideas come from. Somewhere in my head...

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Before: Lex, utterly confused and slightly weakened, finds herself back on the Piper Maru. Her memory of the events in the pyramid is seriously distorted and she is at pains just trying to remember what happened. Did she really WANT to know what happened? And just so everyone wouldn't be irritated as well as left in the dark, events two days earlier are being reenacted. Such as Lex and Rave fighting side by side against the hard meats, Rave getting knocked out by the Queen, Lex being pinned, AND Scar coming back to life. Brought back from the brink by the screams of the Ooman, Scar is NOT a happy Yautja. He is seriously pissed.

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All Scar could hear was his blood drumming angrily in his ears. All he could feel were the tension in his muscles straining with enough strength to snap a hard meat in half. All he could see...

All he could see was the Ooman in the middle of the room.

She was in pain. And Scar found he did not like the thought one bit.

-o-o-o-

Up on the ledge, Rave jolted to his feet. He could literally feel the other Yautja's presence in the room, it was so strong.

(He survived...) The big Yautja said with awe and disbelief, (He made it back...)

-o-o-o-

Lex writhed in pain, her knuckles white as her hands grasped the impaled talon futilely. Her human mind was resurfacing, or at least it was beginning to. But that was NOT a good idea.

Body twitching violently at the spasms of pain wrenching through her, Lex knew instinctively that such a sentimental mind as her human one would never survive such an experience.

It would break her.

If she did not die here first, that is...

The Queen was smirking. If hard meats could smirk, the Queen definitely had a huge one smack dab in the middle of her slime-coated, midnight black face. The Queen's massive black form drew closer to the soft meat she dragged across the floor. The Ooman had suffered enough. The mother hard meat could smell the tang of blood all over the soft meat's form.

Snarling, the Queen coiled her tail up next to the crown of her head, 'Time to DIE...'

Lex found her brown eyes drawn to the tail. This was it. Her animal side had receded in defeat, her mind softening under the haze of pain. She would die, just as Scar had. Impaled...

Suddenly a yellowish-brownish form, clad in armor, sprang into the air. The few seconds he was suspended, his body twisted into the lethal weapon he had trained it to be, as Scar's amber eyes sought out and locked onto Lex's.

Her voice too numb from screaming earlier, Lex could only gape in disbelief. Was she dreaming?

Scar acknowledged her breathing form, relief rushing through him. Relief and then anger at the sight of her blood soaked form. Anger at the Queen's talon impaled viciously in the Ooman's shoulder. His own blood turned to ice at the torture he could have saved her from if he just... hadn't died.

His hardened amber eyes chilled Lex to the bone. She hoped dearly it wasn't HER he was mad at.

Focus snapping back to the matter at hand, Scar knew only one thing. The Queen would pay.

The exchange of glances had only lasted the briefest of seconds. Moments later, the in-air suspension gave into gravity and the Yautja warrior dropped like a powerful surge of controlled lightning and muscles. His drawn back arm whipped forward to hack off the tail. In that same moment, Scar bounded off the stock-still and severely shortened appendage, to spring back onto the Queen's sweeping crown.

It wasn't until the Yautja's feet made contact with her hardened skull that the Queen realized she had been attacked. Squealing in pain and rage, she whipped her mutilated tail, not caring where her acidic blood hit. Feeling her attacker settled on her sweeping skull, the Queen hissed her anger and jerked her arms up to claw him off. In that simple action, Lex was hurled through the air, freed from the claw only to slam with a bone-shaking thud against a stone pillar.

Her mind going dangerously dark and blurry, Lex found herself crumpled on the floor, her limbs refusing to move.

Scar had caught her blood-streaked form falling limp against the pillar. Crouching precariously atop the Queen's large skull, the Yautja could only holler his anger with a brief, loud bark before the anger became too great to express only with noise. Biceps and neck chords straining, Scar gripped the edges of the Queen's crown harder. He dodged her clawing hands, managing not to get hurled off as she tossed her head back and forth with climbing vexation.

With a guttural grunt, Scar strained his leg muscles as well before he heard a satisfying CRUNCH. He had loosened her skull from the rest of her body slightly. If the hard meat had eyes, they would be bulging right about now. The Yautja on her back was not only an irritation, he was a menace. He was trying to separate her head while she was still alive! And from the intense pain and sudden loss of feeling on the left side of her body, she could only pale and rage at the fact that he was actually succeeding.

'PROTECT YOUR QUEEN!' The mother hard meat raged at her hatchlings, her efforts to throw the Yautja redoubling and tripling in strength.

The hard meats, who had been watching warily and nervously on the sidelines, rushed headlong towards the lone Predator on their mother's shoulder blades. He was clinging to her back with all he was worth, knowing the Queen wouldn't give him half a second more of life the moment his feet touched the ground. But he wasn't clinging in fear.

He was holding on with fury blazing at his core.

But they forget... Scar hadn't come into the pyramid on his own.

Bellowing loud enough to draw all focus onto him, Rave bounded off the ledge in one leap, slinging all five of his Discs out at once. Next he withdrew his net gun, firing it off at the largest cluster of hard meats there was. And still, he was falling through the air.

For some unexplainable reason, he had felt a surge of strength the moment Scar had entered the room. It was as if Rave had been able to extract a sliver of energy that was radiating off his smaller companion in intense waves. Withdrawing his arm blades as well as his wristblades, Rave landed with a loud 'THUMP' on the floor, ready to dish out some pain, (No one... NO ONE interrupts Scar until he's done.)

The hard meats had no doubt what the Yautja meant by 'done'. Without the Queen, the Hive was done for. Without the Queen, their lives would be meaningless. There would be no eggs to protect. There would be no future generation to lead or slaughter for their defiance. There would be no voice to guide them...

With toughened resolve, the hard meats threw themselves at Rave's massive form. He was only all too happy to answer back with equal ferocity.

Lex coughed, her body curled up into itself.

Her mind was a dribble of confused thought, 'Wha... where... JESU fuckin' CHRIST!' The last thought had, obviously, been stated after her muscles spasmed in pain and she had coughed out some blood.

Looking numbly at the blood covering her hand, Lex's eyes were drawn up to the battle scene before her. So many bodies...

So many dead hard meats...

The Yautjas. Lex's head snapped up. Rave was fighting. Yes... but that's not what...

"Scar..." Lex's voice croaked out, her eyes transfixed on the figure riding the Queen like a razor-sharpened alien cowboy rodeo. Except deadlier.

How had he...? What had happ...?

Lex gave up questioning things and continued watching, feeling the edge of worry creep into her thoughts as she saw the edges of her vision slightly blur.

Scar dug his wristblades into the back of the Queens spine with slight difficulty. She reared back the moment the cold metal tore through her thickened husk. Never had she experienced such pain!

(Blood for blood...) Scar nearly whispered, his voice filled with venom as he recalled the image of the Queen torturing the Ooman, (Blood. For. Blood.)

Knowing the danger of the newly open, acidic wound, Scar was reluctant to remain in the same spot for more than a few moments. The pyramid rumbled, but Scar didn't pay it any mind. No matter how many times the passages of the structure changed, this room always remained the same.

It had been this Queen's prison for centuries.

And Scar was going to ensure it would be her tomb.

The Queen, however, had other plans. Despite the lack of good coordination with her left side, the mother hard meat charged towards the wall, springing forward only to continue her fast pace up the vertical side of the wall. With the use of her right arm and leg, the Queen made good time up the wall and four stories up to the ceiling. Her loosened skull ground painfully against her spine, eliciting a loud shriek from her slathering jaws.

Scar was having some difficulty keeping his hold while avoiding the acid blood that dripped from the hard meat's open wounds. Using arm muscles that trembled with exertion from when the Queen had been trying to buck him off, Scar pulled himself up higher on her back. Before she could realize what he was doing, Scar sprung and gripped the edge of her crowned skull.

Something in her spinal column snapped. The Queen shrieked in a different kind of tone. It was the scream of the dying. She lost feeling in her right limbs, feeling her vision growing dark.

It took Scar a moment to realize they were falling. He had to move.

He had to get away from her falling body or he might be crushed.

Lex, her gaze upwards, let out a strangled gasp. With the last of her strength, the Queen had whipped out her tail, wrapping it tightly around Scar's body to keep him in place behind the large crown of her skull.

Rave, finding his opponents all suddenly stock still, whipped his head around to look at what they were all staring at. The big Yautja was heartened at the sight of the Queen's massive form falling to, what looked like, her death. He was heartened until he noticed that Scar was trapped near the edges of her skull.

The two fell in slow motion, all watchers holding their breath.

Scar continued to grapple against the tail that sought to trap him in this soon to be death trap. The edge of her large skull was pressed against his throat. This did not bode well if she fell on top of him like that.

"No... no..." Lex's voice sounded small as was unable to avert her gaze, "No..."

They were going to hit the ground!

Two things happened at once. Scar yanked one arm free even as he aimed and fired with his Plasmacaster.

Lex and Rave couldn't help but flinch as the large impact resounded through the room, cracking the stone floor the two bodies hit and raising a whole cloud of dust. Vision obscured, Lex was left painfully in the dark while Rave stiffened immensely.

(SCAR?) Rave called out, his mandibles clicking in worry. If the stones in this place hadn't emitted their own strange heat signal, then the dust cloud wouldn't have bothered him at all. But they did and the conflicting heat signatures were messing with his own vision as much as the dust was with Lex's.

Lex didn't start breathing again until she heard a cough in reply. She was even more relieved when the dust cloud settled, allowing her to see what the hell was going on.

That last plasma blast had, apparently, severed the Queen's tail.

'That's a good thing, right? That means he must've been able to pull away from the body slightly.' But even as she thought that, Lex knew inside that it had been too late for Scar to do much. He hadn't been able to move away.

The realization was confirmed by the sight of Scar lying pinned, the crown of the Queen's skull jutting against Scar's throat. Lex and Rave blanched.

He was choking.

It could have been worse. If Scar hadn't freed his arm, he wouldn't have been able to alleviate the sudden weight on his collarbone at the point of impact. His neck would have snapped. Instead he was just laying there, slowly choking to death at the immense weight that pressed itself against his neck.

Snapping out of his initial shock, Rave bounded forward, hands ready to grasp and pull the dead weight off of his companion.

Scar may have severed the tail, but the rigid coil was still wrapped in a constricting bound around him, leaving him unable to reach weapons nor shift to attempt and get better leverage. After he had shot with his Plasmacaster, the tip of the tail had even managed to entangle itself around the gun, making any of its movements impossible. All he had was his arm, and that was tiring rapidly as he fought to keep the dead Queen's skull from cutting his air supply off fully.

But the hard meats had other ideas. Their rage and fury-filled raptor cries and shrieks filled the air. As one, they surged forward, intent on avenging their mother's death.

Growling, Rave planted himself before the massive body and his friend trapped underneath, vicious in Scar's defense. The hard meats could attack all they like, but Rave would counter their deadly intents readily.

If only that were all the big Yautja had to worry about. He could hear Scar struggling to get free behind him.

If the Kainde Amedha would just let up for a couple of seconds...

But the Aliens weren't planning on doing anything of the sort. Adrenaline still pumping, Rave caught a few of the returning Discs only to fling them out once more in quick succession.

Lex lay where she had fallen, her eyes half-lidded as she began to feel more of the effects of her life blood seeping out. She felt so drained. But she found her eyes drawn towards the struggling Yautja time and time again. It was an impossible sight to behold. The warrior was like a downed tiger being slowly crushed by the immense bulk of a medium-sized whale. And yet he still fought. Still, he struggled for the life he had gained mere moments before.

Laying there, attempting to fight off the weight upon him, Scar wasn't so sure he could escape the darkness's cold grip if he died once more.

Inside, the young Yautja could feel his lungs straining for more breath than what was able to slip through his compressed airways. Coughing uncontrollably, Scar found it terribly difficult to remain calm, as all warriors had been trained. Calm under tension. He needed calm to think. But his body and mind was rebelling. There was no time to BE calm! He was suffocating!

Lex couldn't tear her eyes away. But she also found herself frozen in place.

The Aliens weren't attacking her. They were too focused on getting the one who had killed their Queen. Lex caught Rave glancing over every once in a while, as if checking if she was still alive.

Scar could feel tremors racing uncontrollably through his muscles. Muscles that were aching from lack of breath. His one arm was strained trying to keep the dead hard meat's body off his jugular. He couldn't find his calm.

He couldn't find his CALM.

Why was it so important? His slowly suffocating mind was running in circles trying to remember why he needed to be calm. Ironically, he needed it to think. And needed to think to plan. And he needed to plan in order to survive.

But before he could do any of that, he needed to be calm.

The edges of his vision was beginning to cloud in the familiar dark he had been trapped in moments before. Was it too late?

Compelled to turn his head, Scar thought he had shifted his gaze to focus on Rave's form. The big Yautja was fighting mere yards away from him, after all. But no. His vision zoomed into a seemingly crumpled form, her half-lidded gaze catching his masked amber ones.

His composure melting, his strength waning, Scar continued to hold her gaze, unwilling to let go. She had been there the first time he had been taken by the darkness all warriors fall to sooner or later. She had been there last time, holding him. Comforting him.

She had spilled tears of sorrow. For him.

Scar felt the late arrival of calm finally descend on him. But it came too late. He wasn't as strong as he had been in the beginning of his struggles. Lack of air to his muscles ensured that. The calm descended despite everything.

He found the calm from simply gazing into her brown eyes.

He found it, and realized he did not fear death. Not so long as those eyes were the last thing he saw before his breath was finally taken away forever.

Lex felt her heart leap the moment his eyes locked onto hers. Despite the mask, she felt as if she could see his amber gaze as clearly as day. And not only that, but she felt something... else.

Something deeper. A pull from the dying Yautja's gaze.

For that's what was happening to Scar. He was dying.

Again.

"No." Lex's weak voice stated harshly, surprising her in the tone of her own conviction.

She would NOT let him die again.

He had saved her once more. She would not let his sacrifice come unpaid a second time.

Ignoring the blood gushing out as she moved, ignoring the pain flaring in every fiber of her being as she stood, ignoring the look of surprise in Scar's slowly hollowing eyes, Lex stumbled forward.

Her movement caught the attention of a few hard meats. Hissing in anger, a group of them sprung towards her, claws outstretched.

Growling, Rave halted their sudden assault, placing himself between them and the Ooman. He didn't know what she planned to do, but the big greenish-brown Yautja would keep both beings alive while he could.

'What is she...?' Scar's sluggish mind couldn't even finish the questioning thought. The Ooman was stumbling towards him, blood gushing at every shaken step she took.

His throat terribly try and squeezed, he managed to rasp out one word, (...No...)

She would get herself killed! She needed to stay still. She needed to...

Scar could no longer think past a few jumbled phrases. He merely watched her with darkening eyes. His heartbeat was slowing. The yellowish-brownish Yautja's grip was slipping, allowing more of the dead Queen's weight to crush him.

Lex didn't know what she planned to do. She didn't know why she forced herself to make it to his side. Maybe so they could die together?

NO.

She appreciated Rave's big presence, though she barely acknowledged the attack that had almost been launched against her. Rave was like a berserk warrior. His muscles were bulging, his blades whipping faster than the eye could follow. The only sounds coming from him were snorts, growls, and bellows of guttural cries. And they weren't cries of anguish.

Stumbling to her knees next to Scar's trapped form, Lex frantically tore at the tail still binding him.

Scar's voice was gravelly as he attempted to nod his head towards her bleeding wounds, (...Don't...)

Through all the pain and haze, Lex fastened her eyes on Scar's masked face, her gaze fixed specifically where his eyes would be underneath the visor. Clenching her teeth, Lex replied in a determined voice, "I WON'T... I won't let you-"

A hard meat made it past Rave's guard, his form crouched low as he hurdled towards the unprotected Ooman's back.

Scar's eyes widened, his mandibles opened to warn her. But all that came out was an expelled breath. He could not... he was not able to gather enough breath to speak much less shout.

Good thing Lex didn't need to hear his words.

Reading the tensing of his form as much as the widening of his mandibles, Lex remained stoic, her eyes holding his even as he continued watching her with growing alarm. Why was she just standing there? The foolish Ooman needed to move!

Scar struggled for breath. Struggled to gather enough air to shout something, anything, to get her to acknowledge the raptor of death coming up from behind. But Lex knew. Her eyes were so calm.

'Is this... how it ends?' Lex wondered for a brief moment. But the thought lasted barely long enough for it to surface her subconscious before she ground it to dust. She had a life to save.

Maybe her old team had been wasted. But she was with a new one now. And she would not let her teammates die.

Pivoting at the last second, Lex allowed the hard meat to barrel past her and stumble towards the Queen's dead body. She didn't notice the blood that gushed out her shoulder as she twirled into a roundhouse kick, sending the hard meat with more momentum than its skull could stand against the Queen's jagged chitin armor. The hard meat was dead. Lex was bleeding profusely.

But she didn't care. The momentum of the beast had moved the mother hard meat's bulk ever-so-slightly. Stepping up before the moment was lost, Lex dug her heels into the ground and pushed.

Scar wheezed as millimeter by slowly painful millimeter, the weight over his throat and chest lessened. His vision had been going black, but now he blinked and shuddered involuntarily as his body slowly came back to life. Thrashing with renewed vigor, Scar managed to loosen his other arm before he felt a wave of weariness rush over him.

He turned his eyes towards the Ooman standing over him, her body trembling visibly under the strain of trying to lift the body off him alone. He felt something warm dripping onto the open palm of his newly freed arm. Shifting his gaze, Scar felt as if a barrel full of icy water from the tundra wastelands had been poured into his veins. It wasn't water. Nor was it the acid of the hard meat's body.

The blood was dripping from the frail Ooman standing over him.

Enough breath had been restored that he was able to rasp out, (Stop this...) She may have lifted the body somewhat off of his jugular, but she could not possibly hope to topple the entire Queen's bulk off of him.

Each time she strained a single muscle, more blood would drip out.

Each time she flexed her arm, the flow of blood would rush out faster.

Even for a dark-skinned Ooman she seemed entirely too pale.

(STOP.) Scar demanded.

His hand was covered in her blood. A sudden slip and Lex cried out, the body pressing more into Scar's neck, more of her life blood gushing onto Scar's hand.

(STOP THIS!) Scar managed to rasp before his air supply was cut off once more.

Her unfocused eyes turned towards him, her brown gaze capturing his. It was then that he realized she was mumbling something under her breath.

"...won't let you... I won't let you... won't let you..." Lex repeated through gritted teeth. She couldn't hear Scar. She couldn't hear anything around her. All she heard was the mantra she kept repeating aloud. All she felt was the strain of the dead hulk she was trying to shove off. All she saw...

All she saw was the Yautja she was going to save.

"I won't." She positioned her feet for better leverage, "Let." Her grip on the Queen's crown tightened, "You!"

In a sudden surge of flexed muscle and strained tendons, Lex gave an animalistic cry as she finally shoved the entire hulk off of the trapped Yautja. Scar didn't realize he was shouting right with her, his amber gaze trained on her face. After a stretched second, Lex found herself with her arms outstretched, the Queen's body flung against the wall and off of Scar.

Lex was staring at the body she had just tossed. How had she...?

Stumbling a step forward, Lex brought her gaze back towards the Yautja still lying trussed up on the ground. Why was her vision so blurry? Why was everything covered in such a haze?

Lifting her hand, Lex brought her fingertips to her eyes, not knowing that Scar's gaze followed her every movement. As she brought her hand away, she saw the clear liquid covering them.

Tears.

She was crying and she hadn't even noticed.

That's when she looked towards the wound she had on her shoulder. So much blood.

There was so much blood.

Lex allowed a grin to tug at her face as she returned her brown gaze to Scar. She was swaying on her feet, her head feeling terribly dizzy. A small part of her mind acknowledged that she probably wasn't going to make it.

But all that mattered was that she had saved him.

She had lost her footing, her slumped body toppling to the ground. Scar, a flex of muscles and a blur of blades, was there to catch her before she could fall on the ground. She was in his arms before she even realized she was falling. Which was alarming considering she had been a fraction of a second from hitting the ground.

Scar was kneeling, one arm around her shoulders, the other holding her close.

He inspected her wounds with his mask, realizing just how bad they were, especially the one on her shoulder.

(What were you thinking?) Scar asked softly, his brow ridge creased as he tried to acknowledge that she would die. They had medicines, but the treatment was formulated for the Yautja's physiology.

'Giving it to her would probably send Lex to her death faster.' Scar thought to himself. That's when he started. Since when had he started thinking of the Ooman as Lex?

But he wrestled his attention back to the soft meat in his arms as she parted her lips to speak, "I... I..."

(What?) Scar encouraged her to go on, his voice a slight purr.

There was that small grin on her face again. As she forced her eyes to focus on Scar's face, hovering a foot from her own, "I wouldn't let you die..."

Her eyes grew out of focus then, her grip on his forearm lessening as her head lolled to the side.

Her words sent a shiver through his system. She wouldn't... LET him die? Scar hadn't realized she had even cared. He hadn't realized...

(No...) Scar trilled softly, his hand delicately stroking the side of her face, right over the mark on her cheek.

She was Ooman. But she was clan as well.

Having heard their shouts, Rave finally managed to get a breather from his battle and see what had happened. What he saw was not what he had expected at all. The Ooman had rolled the body right off of Scar. Not just rolled. The Queen's body had lifted at least a yard off the ground as the Ooman tossed it forward. Then the hard meats had clamored for Rave's attention once more.

Dealing a few more harsh and lethal blows, Rave glanced back over his shoulder to find Scar on his knees, cradling the Ooman's small form in his arms. Whipping his head back to glance at the stream of hard meats, the bigger Yautja realized that there were just too many.

Grabbing the tail of the nearest one, the greenish-brown Yautja flung its body across several of its brethren, buying him precious seconds. Punching the code into the wrist bomb, Rave calculated enough time for them to escape and shoved it, with a sickening 'splurch', into the nearest Alien egg he could find.

(SCAR!) Rave barked.

Scar's head whipped up, his dreadlocks flinging outwards as he turned.

(We NEED to GO!) Rave continued, pointing at his wrist. At Scar's nod, he added, (Take your trophy and let's go!)

Darting a look at the dead Queen's hulk, Scar returned his gaze to the Ooman in his arms before he shook his head, (No, I cannot.)

He could not carry both the Ooman and the Queen's skull. And he would not let her go. Not while she lived.

Rave only had to flicker his gaze over the pale Ooman and the resolve in Scar's eyes. The trophies were usually the ultimate goal and prize of those who thought themselves brave enough to pass the trials of the Hunt. But then again, Scar did not always go with the path of least resistance. He did not favor himself meek enough to follow along with everyone's beliefs and was not arrogant enough to even care if he didn't return with his rightful kill.

The trophies were great. But right now something else, something alive, meant more to Scar than a dead trophy ever could.

Rave understood. This, of course, did not make him scoff any less in disbelief. Just because Scar had his hands full didn't mean Rave couldn't lend a hand. Without another thought, Rave himself darted off towards the Queen's dead body. He had enough trophies of his own.

The Aliens were forging forward, a tide of them rushing into the slaughter. Snarling angrily, Scar aimed and fired his PlasmaCaster faster than anyone could blink. Hard meats were falling left and right, their target shifting from the big Yautja prying their Queen's skull to the Yautja firing at them with a soft meat in his arms.

Scar held the hard meats at bay as Rave ripped the skull off. It was easy since Scar had loosened it already. Shrugging it over his shoulder, careful not to get the acid blood or her spikes into him, Rave shouted at Scar, (Let's GO!)

Nodding once, Scar started to follow the bigger Yautja when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Darting back to the body, Scar continued his stream of fire, his legs a blur.

Noticing the other Yautja wasn't with him, Rave looked back and stopped, growling, (WHAT are you doing SCAR!)

Ignoring the bigger Yautja, Scar honed in on the dead mass, eyes scouring for the talon that was covered in red blood. Ooman blood. There it was! Keeping one arm cradled under the Ooman, Scar used the other to tug the talon free.

A hard meat rushed at them, all hissing and teeth. But Scar simply booted it away from the Ooman pressed against his chest, an enraged snarl tinting his voice.

Still, the talon wouldn't come free. And his rapid firing was not getting all of hard meats, who were getting closer and faster by the second.

Suddenly, Rave was there, his blade whistling as it cut through the air and embedded into finger that had laid claim to the talon. Growling his thanks, Scar finally yanked it free.

(NOW. Let's go.)

Scar didn't put up any resistance or argument as he sprinted alongside the bigger warrior. He just hoped they'd make it outta there before their bodies could be added to the pile of rubble this site was soon to become.