From the tree line something had been watching Ian flail about like a fresh caught fish. The creature tilted its head in confusion as to what the person was doing, is it dying? It thought briefly. It had continued to watch this person sitting there on its knees, head slumped arms limp. For a moment it thought about going to check the corpse, but then it moved. This Ooman stood up, and the creature became curious watching him as he seemed to walk back and forth his hands placed at his hips. The creature was quickly losing its interest in this Ooman, all he seemed to do was pace back and forth. Without further exploring this Ooman, the creature set off into the forest looking for something else of interestIan stopped pacing, trying to figure out what and where exactly he was. He looked down and noticed he was in some new clothes, they were soaked, but new. A pair of new boots, pants, and a drab green shirt, he kept looking at his new attire, and couldn't help but notice he had nothing else but clothes on. At that moment he heard what sounded like a crack in the sky, he looked up "no fucking way" he said wide eyed and opened mouth. As he looked up at the dropship he noticed boxes falling out, some large (very) large crates fell from the ship, others small, and most of them were of medium size. He saw one crate that was made from plastic fall not too far from the shore he was having a fit at. Screw it he thought, making a break to where he last saw the crate dropping./p
Knowing he was close he could hear the crate breaking though the canopy of trees above. The crate must have been heavy, the parachute had of course gotten caught on the branches above, but the crate had no fear of falling a few hundred feet. Ripping the cords the crate hit the floor surprisingly not shattering and of the hinges or buckles in the process, Ian ran up to it please be good he thought as he cracked open the buckles. Lifting open the crate a smile opened on his face, there inside it was a hunting rifle, a M16 decked out with, laser, flashlight, fore grip, dual scopes (night vision) back scope, red dot hollow forward, angular iron sights, extended clip, and lastly a large silencer. He whistled admiring the firearm, resting both rifles on the side of the container he lifted the foam inserts to find yet more equipment.
As he rummaged through the equipment, he found armor, around 50 clips for both rifles, 50 clips for the side arms he found packed nicely inside their holsters, giving them a check around he noticed they were .45, he grabbed the knife setting on top of the vest. "Jesus, what am I going to do wage war?" he said confusingly. He gave the crate one last look around, and found nothing of interest. Grabbing the holsters first he knew that they were thigh holsters, he put them on making sure they were sung, and would slide around. He then placed the knife on the crate picking up the vest, moving it around giving it an inspection "what the hell are these?" he said rubbing the back of the vest. There were three plates on the back of this vest, one he could tell was in-between the fabrics the other two though, long medium width thick black plates that rested on each side. "hmmph" he exhaled.
As he set the vest down next to the M16 he saw that those plates were magnets, he chuckled quietly "very nice." Grabbing the clips he began stuffing them in their pockets on the vest. After around 10 minutes he was finally geared up, everything in place and weighing what felt like a hundred pounds more he started heading towards the lake again, looking up at the canopy he couldn't really tell what time it really was. Looking down at his watch he saw that the face was busted, even the digital part wasn't working "figures" he huffed, throwing the watch off his wrist he continued. As he could see the shoreline of the lake he saw something black and large bolt across the shore. He knelt down to a knee removing the rifle, whatever he saw was large, black, and fast. "ahhhh!" a scream came from the right, his head swiveled trying to pin point the sound.
As he finally focused on what he heard he saw a man running for it. That giant dog thing chasing him, Ian didn't waste any time. "heyy … heyy!" he shouted even tried whistling, the beast paid no attention as it took out the other man, "fuck!" he shouted trying to get closer to it. As he did, he shook his head, yet watched in terror as the beast bit onto the man's skull, at around a hundred meters away he could hear it crackle under the pressure, the man letting out one last gurgle. Then the beast released the mess, pawing at his body turning it around to find the 'good' bits of soft flesh. Ian couldn't take it anymore, with a throaty yell he got the beasts attention. "C'mon mother fucker." As he scoped his foe down he noticed just how large and fearsome it looked. Its skull was exposed, and what looked like quills covering its body, yet it also had long spikes coming from the back of its neck and top of the shoulders.
The beast let out a screech that seemed to also let out what sounded like barking towards the end of its cry. Ian tensed up angled the firearm, and lined up as the beast came at him full sprint. Ian breathed, flicked off the safety and squeezed off a few rounds, the first one connected with its target hardly phasing it, the next hit one of its spikes. He huffed stood up, and began popping off the remainder of the clip into this beast. Each other bullet seemed to wiz past its target, until one barreled its way into the forehead. It hit the ground, Ian swiftly dodged the beasts slide. It laid merely four feet away from him, writhing on the ground kicking up sand, and pebbles. He came up to it, its blood a dark red with what seemed to have black in it. Looking down at his dying foe, and replacing the expended clip, he saw that it had a collar, a red light was blipping rapidly then went dark. At the same time the spiny beast stopped its movements.
Ian placed his rifle back to it place, and continued to the man it had killed. He came up to the corpse, and tried to figure out where he was from. Sadly there was no clue or anything that could help him figure out who he was, trying to find a wallet, or dog tags. "Rest in peace stranger" Ian said standing back up. At the tree line though there was something watching him, the same dog like creature was drooling, and growling. With a click its master gave it the go ahead, without missing a beat it bolted towards Ian, letting out the same sounds as his firsts kill made. Ian spun around "ooh shiittt" he let out as a whine.
Ian pulled the rifle, looked down the scope "fuck me!" he exasperated, as he looked through the scope he saw that this beast had armor covering its forehead, chest, legs, and back. Ian then quickly placed the rifle on his back, and beat feet for the tree line. Huffing trying to get to a good looking tree he finally found one, he pulled his knife from its sheath jumped, and slammed it into the trunk of a wide tree. Using his knife as a step he grabbed onto a thick branch pulled up, and placed his right foot on the knife giving himself a push off and up into more limbs. Breathing heavy he got up as high as he could, and laid down on the branch. Watching as the hound knew exactly where to find him, it looked up at him and let out an odd howl, its spikes vibrating making a clacking sound. Ian tried to look for a weak point in its plating, but found none, his heard feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest, and every hair on his person standing on edge. He panicked, the hound then backed up keeping it deep socketed black eyes on its prey, ran towards the tree. Extending its talons it began is ascension to Ian. "What the fuck!? You can climb trees?!" He cried, watching it get closer and closer, all the while it was snapping its jaws the drool pouring from its mouth.
Without hesitation Ian pulled his sidearm, quickly and carefully spun himself around, his head leaning against the tree. The hound pawing, and snapping getting closer and closer, he forced the gun down yelled, and squeezed the trigger. Not knowing any better the hound opened wide hoping for flesh, but got a mouthful metal. The bullets tore through its innards eventually finding their exit out the rear end of the beast, its body immediately went limp, and slammed onto the forest floor. Ian wide eyed and hand covered in blood finally relaxed "what the hell is going on" he groaned. Not more than twenty feet above him. The same being from earlier, back up against the tree one leg extended the other bent with its arm resting on the knee. It was very intrigued at what this Ooman had accomplished, two hunt hounds in less than thirty minutes. It had decided for now that it would be best to see how far this man could actually go against the hunter which was now raging at the other end of the lake.
As Ian began his descent down the tree, he heard a clicking noise come from above him. In seconds he aimed the hand gun up, brow furrowed he looked around on the branches. Seeing nothing at first then he noticed the scenery began to bend slightly as he focused on a rather large, and long distortion. He could clearly see the distinction between what was there and what wasn't. Then he saw what looked like a hand with an extended finger pointing behind him, what the hell is that? He thought tilting his head. He placed his foot onto the knife, and hopped down, grabbing the knife and pulling it out with a grunt still only paying attention to what he could see, which was now clear as day, yet still hard to fully examine. As he began to place the knife in its home he heard thuds coming from behind him, then something grabbed his back collar of the vest, and threw him backwards. Not knowing what the hell just happened Ian yelled.
As he landed back first, it caused both his rifles to disconnect from their magnets, his body tumbled back into the water. Not realizing it when he went to gasp from pain and shock he took in a bit of water, as he tried getting up he was coughing up water, and gasping for air the large creature ran up to him kicking him square in the chest, its shin hitting his chin causing it to tear open. Ian landed back into the water almost losing consciousness, a large hand grabbed onto his vest pulling him forward, and let out a roar. Ian being in the state he was in couldn't figure out what has happening, his mind running wild all he could do was ball up his fists, in doing so miraculously his hand gun was still gripped firmly in his left hand. The being in all its rage completely forgot about the gun. Ian as quickly as he could place his finger on the trigger gave it a squeeze, then another. The being flinched in pain, and roared.
It released Ian as he fell, the adrenaline pumped through him. He put the gun against its metal face and squeezed the trigger, with each bullet pelting the mask the giant, it was pushed back. Ian now yelling as he walked towards the stumbling giant kept squeezing that trigger till it clicked. He grabbed the barrel in his right hand which sizzled, burning the water into steam, and slightly his palm, brought his arm back, and threw it, it connected with the giants' bottom part of the mask causing it to fall onto the shore. Ian lunged toward this giant hand and fingers grabbing on to the out cropped part of the mask. His right hand reached behind hits head getting a hold of its tendril like dreads and skull, with all his might and a chesty yell he twisted its head, and with a satisfying sound of crack and popping he broke its neck.
Ian now sitting atop this giant thing, he fell over onto his back breathing heavy looking up at the dark blue sky, he pushed out his right arm trying to punch his killer. Hitting its limp body with every weakened punch curse words left his mouth. Within a few seconds he stopped, and lay there, he soon mustered up whatever he had left in him and got up. Walking back to where his rifles had been thrown he picked them up, how did this even happen? How the hell am I still alive? He thought as he looked back at the giant laying there. "What the hell is that thing?!" he spoke as he went to grab the other rifle. When he looked down he noticed blood was dripping, he reached up to his neck and felt a warm drop hit the top of his wrist, moving his hand up he felt a sting then burn of touching the open gash on his chin. "Great!" he grunted "now I have a huge ass cut on my chin," he said pointing to his face "no way to stich it up, and giant fucking killing machines!" he yelled at the top of his lungs "fuck!"
Ejecting his clip, and placing another into the grip. He felt light headed, weak, and wobbly. As he fell he saw something morph into another giant from out of nowhere, he hit the floor and tried to move his head up to see his new challenger/killer, because he knew he hadn't had it in him to fight. The last thing he saw was a giant clawed foot press into the sand next to his head. He let out a weezed and groaned as he could feel himself being picked up by this unknown killer. Everything soon faded into the clichéd black as his head bobbed around.
A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER
The being in the tree watched as the man climbed down the tree, feeling a welling of excitement it clicked its mandibles together, he heard this and looked up pointing his gun right at it for a second then off to the right, and left. It looked up, and saw the bad blood hunter running towards him. So in a way to help as it saw that he was noticing it more easily, it tried to help him by pointing out what was coming for him. He didn't seem to either care, or had already another plan up his sleeve, it thought to itself this Ooman is either very resourceful, and knows its surroundings, or very dumb. As this thought left its mind he was already flung out to the water. As the events unfolded in front of the being, it couldn't help but feel excitement and thrill of watching this Ooman kill a bad blood hunter single handedly, yet alone with his bare hands. The being then clicked its mandibles together quickly as it saw the man punching the limp corpse finding it amusing, yet also wanting to see this Ooman do more damage to the dishonored yautja. As it continued to watch him it noticed it was getting dark, and this Ooman had no camp. As it came out of the tree line it pressed a button on its wrist, as it did the cloaking started to fade away, it saw that he noticed it, but did not care. He was mid fall from exhaustion, and it knew he couldn't harm it. As it came up to him It leaned down and pick him up with ease, and started heading back to its camp.