Wow…Thursday already? Well, here it is…the long-awaited showdown! That's assuming Drake even survives…

Man, what a week. I've met relatives I didn't even know I had. However, I have some bad news: The next term at school is going to be busy for me (Exams, Work Experience and coursework), so I may not be able to update often. However, I will try and update as often as possible.

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BUG HUNT

Drake struggled in vain against the strength pinning him down. He could only watch in horror as the Inner Mouth shot forward…

Suddenly, something struck hard and fast against the side of the Xenomorph's face, sending the monster flying across the room. Deadstreak landed next to Drake, spear extended.

"Come on!" He said quickly, as the Xenomorph got to its feet and leapt forward. Deadstreak thrust his spear at the monster cutting through the flesh on its chest as an arc of acid blood sprayed across the room. The monster stopped on all fours and ran forward.

Drake whipped out his speargun and fired at the Xenomorph. The spear caught the creature's arm, causing it to screech in pain and anger. The beast suddenly stopped running and swung its razor-sharp tail round, but Drake ducked underneath it and, bringing his wristblades up in a short, sharp motion, cut clean through the flesh. The ends of the blades broke off from the acid blood as the yellow-green acid rained onto the front of Drake's armour.

Drake grabbed the armour and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor as the acid melted through it.

A bolt of white-hot plasma fired from Deadstreak's plasmacaster. The Xenomorph leapt nimbly onto the wall and scrambled up, narrowly avoiding the searing blast.

"You OK?" Deadstreak asked as the Xenomorph slithered into the shadows.

"Yeah," Drake said shakily, "For a moment there, I thought you were going to let that thing kill me."

"For a moment," Deadstreak confessed, "So did I."

Suddenly, the Xenomorph leapt out of the darkness, grabbing Deadstreak against the wall.

Acting on sheer instinct, Drake grabbed the Xenomorph's tail and pulled it back. The foul creature's inner mouth stopped just short of Deadstreak's face. Even with his superhuman strength, it took an almost Herculean effort from Drake to pull the creature off, sending it flying across the room.

The monster swung the end of its tail, sending acid blood flying through the air. The two young warriors rolled to the side to avoid the blood, Drake instantly throwing his Smart Disc through the air. The Xenomorph nimbly dodged, even as the Disc turned behind it. It leapt forward, but the disc suddenly cut through the flesh on its side. It flew back to Drake's hand, the blades already melting away from the acid.

Deadstreak leapt forward with his spear, but the Xenomorph dodged to one side, bringing up its tail and slamming Deadstreak in the side. Deadstreak grunted in pain as a few drops of acid blood burned at his skin.

Drake fired a searing bolt from his Plasmacaster. The Xenomorph tried to dodge, but the blast still hit it in the back in a shower of sparks and fire. It shrieked in pain and, finally, collapsed to the ground.

A split-second later, though, it leapt up again, but with a deep, raw, bleeding wound on its back. As it ran forward, Deadstreak suddenly grabbed its tail and swung it round, hurling it into the wall of the cave. The Xenomorph's claw flew up, scratching through the metal of Deadstreak's mask. He staggered back and the Xenomorph leapt at Drake again.

Drake brought up his spear as the monstrous beast flew through the air toward him. After a split-second, the spear cut through the front of the Xenomorph's face and, a moment later, emerged from the back of the skull, with the acid blood already burning halfway through it.

The Xenomorph's lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Drake leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. Deadstreak walked over to him, nursing the wound on his side. They both looked down at the head of the Xenomorph.

"Take the skull," Deadstreak suddenly said, "It's yours."

Drake stood there, stunned for a second.

"You sure?" He asked.

Deadstreak nodded. "You've earned it. You killed the thing."

Drake smiled beneath his mask, leaned down, and pulled the Xenomorph's snarling head from its body.

However, as he finished, several large drops of clear liquid dropped down. Drake looked down as several drops of the clear, sticky liquid dropped onto his arm. He took a second to realise what it was: Saliva.

Drake and Deadstreak both looked up, and their eyes shot open.

Another three Xenomorphs were snarling at them from the ceiling…

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I AM SO EVIL!

Hope you all enjoyed the fight. Thing is: Drake and Deadstreak almost got killed fighting one Xenomorph. Now they've got to take on three! Oh well, at least they seem to be getting on now. Check back soon- more updates are on the way ASAP!