Well, here we are at the final battle. No holds barred. Drake Vs. Yutani. Advantage: Yutani!

And so, let it commence: The beginning of the end and the end of the beginning…

Man, where'd that come from!

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ONE LAST WAR

Drake's body spun with his head, the world around him becoming a blur as his head hit the ground.

His arms felt like they were made of bricks as the sticky, salty taste of his own blood trickled into his mouth. The entire room was spinning. Try as he might, he couldn't stand up.

Monster Squad. Xenomorphs. Breaking out. Breaking back in. Three fights already with this lunatic.

This insane bastard who just wouldn't die!

It was too much.

Every last ounce of his strength was drained.

He couldn't even stand.

He felt Yutani's hand grab him by the neck, pulling him up. Yutani's knee smashed into Drake's chest and he coughed up blood before being dropped to the ground.

Looking up this time, he saw Yutani.

He definitely looked different. His skin was covered in gashes and acid-burns. His hair was almost completely burned away… along with a lot of his skin. The metal was blackened and torn open in several places, a few of the joints sparking.

He was a wreck.

Drake was worse.

"You little piece of filth!" Yutani shouted, kicking Drake in the stomach. "Everything was so perfect…" Another kick. "And then you ruined everything!"

He pulled Drake up and smashed his head into Drake's face.

Drake's vision became dark… but he was still conscious. His head pounded as he fell down again.

"But now we see who's really superior…" Yutani laughed almost hysterically. Now, boy…"

He hoisted Drake to his feet with remarkable ease. It was more strength than the implants had given him.

It was the strength of madness.

"… You will recognise your better." Yutani spat in Drake face before throwing him across the top of the ship, resulting in one arm hanging limp over the edge.

"Now…" Yutani hissed, "You will beg for mercy!"

Another kick to the head. Drake was blacking out by the second.

He was going to black out and be killed.

And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"I'll tell you something, though." Yutani continued as Drake struggled to even move.

Yutani continued:

"You brought this on yourself, boy. You should have just given up when you had the chance. Let my little plans proceed. That way, maybe I'd have let you live… you and your fellow freaks."

Another kick. This time to the neck.

Drake rocketed across the top of the ship.

One more blow. That was all that was needed. One more.

"DRAKE!" Another voice, roaring in the Yautja language, rang out.

A second later, Scarface's spear had shot into Yutani and emerged on the other side.

Yutani, though, simply stepped forward, blood coating the spear.

"That it?" he grinned as Scarface stood there, tensed.

Scarface lashed out, his wristblades cutting Yutani across the chest. Yutani grabbed his arm, forcing him down and kneeing him in the throat. He tossed Scarface over him…

Right into the air…

He swung the spear into the air.

The blade cut through Scarface's side, the blood rushing out.

And then, Scarface fell.

Over the edge of the ship.

Drake tried to open up his mouth. Tried to shout.

No sound came.

"Now where was I?" Yutani smirked. "That little girlfriend of yours is a looker, though. I'll give you that."

He leaned right down in Drake's face.

"When you're dead," he whispered, "I'll take good care of her…"

Then something happened that shouldn't have.

Drake's foot struck Yutani in the face, sending him rocketing back.

Drake stood up. His face was… calm. Angry, but… almost flat.

And there was one difference.

His eyes.

They were black. Dark black and shiny.

Like those of a Yautja. He stood calmly as his broken arm hung by his side.

"So there's some fight in you after all." Yutani laughed, lashing out.

Drake caught his fist and elbowed him in the face. He heard Yutani's nose smash to pieces.

A second later, Drake had pulled Scarface's spear from Yutani's hand and stabbed him in the chest. He pulled it out at an angle, bringing blood and guts out with it as Yutani screamed in pain.

Drake's knee shot into Yutani's gored chest. His remaining ribs snapped instantly.

In a second, Yutani was thrown to the floor with a deafening clan. A pool of his blood was already spreading beneath him.

"… Impossible…" Yutani gasped, before Drake kicked him in the face. "P… Please…" He whispered. "M… M… Mercy…"

Drake's face became even angrier as Yutani stood, shambling.

"Mercy…?" Drake repeated, a look of outrage and disgust on his face. His fist immediately struck Yutani between the eyes- wristblades extended, resulting in a gash across his face and one of his eyeballs being thrown out as Yutani screamed.

"You dare to ask for Mercy?"

A stab to the stomach.

"Where was the mercy for Dachande?"

A stab in the side.

"Where was the mercy for Deadstreak?"

A knee in the face.

"Where was the mercy for Scarface?"

A kick in the neck.

"Where was the mercy for the people you took and twisted?"

Suddenly, Drake's entire upper arm plunged into the gaping wound on Yutani's chest.

"When did you show Rebecca any mercy?"

And then, he pulled out the arm.

Circuitry, blood, bone and organs came with it as Yutani's spine snapped, ripping out in Drake's hand.

Yutani's body fell.

Hard.

It didn't rise.

Drake blinked, his eyes instantly normal again.

He dropped Yutani's organs and parts.

He staggered forward… to the edge of the ship.

He fell.

The ground rushed up to meet him.

And then he was out.

That's my style… one last cliffhanger!

I have wanted to type that up for ages. I think I heard Drake's ending rant somewhere before, but who knows where? And yes, Yutani is now well and truly dead.

And even I don't know what'll happen next… keep in touch and ready for the final chapter!

All reviews welcome!