Sahara shot up as the noise of war zone clanked into her ears. She's gotten used to the food that the predator had given her, disgusting, but bearable. She doesn't want to complain, at least not anymore, after all, eating is better than not eating.

She moved to the wide window. There was nothing there, no Yautja, no weapons or the makeshift dining table from last night. What was going on? Whatever it was, she was suspicious of it.

Her attention went back to the male that patiently waited for her with reluctant eyes. She sat back down and stared at the floor in thought about what was happening outside. Then suddenly the low grumbling of her companion distracted her.

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Agnak-tör knew the female was up to something. He knew that she was going to find out soon, yet he kept at a level head. She can still prove useful to him and his group. Just not this time.

Placing the plate down, he slithered towards her and held her chin in between his large index and thumb as well as grumbling something he knew she wouldn't understand. He looked amused when he watched as her reaction changed from tedious to stunned.

He inched a little closer to her, mandibles barely touching her cheeks. His glazed eyes became more serious. What on Yautja Prime is happening to him?

"AGNAK-TÖR!" A loud shriek echoed and in through the entrance came a small Yautja, armor, weapons, and helmet adorned his body.

"They've breached the treeline! I think it's working!" The young male, Zen'nogre, gleefully alerted.

Sahara looked at the latter and never before has she seen the sweet, innocent, and curious predator act so proud. At least that's what she thought. Too much excitement, perhaps?

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A bullet went past Gra'vios' helmet, scraping the glossy sides with a tint of white scratch. He scanned the area, heat signatures of many oomans scattered but still formed a line of defense.

"They're getting impatient," Dartouga mumbled to the older warrior who stood with his shoulder relaxed, everything about him was relaxed.

"Let them have their fun, are your warriors on stand by?"

"Yes. They want this fight, but unless you give them permission... I won't give them the signal," Dartouga turned meeting Gra'vios' form.

"He's not serious, is he?" Gra'vios asked.

Dartouga sighed, putting on his helmet in a rushed effort. "I guess it's one of his disciplinary methods."

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Zen'nogre rapidly clicked his mandibles, a tense glare forming on his face from behind his visors.

"The others have already initiated combat. Dartouga and his pack are on stand by."

He continued. Agnak-tör halted, releasing his hold on the woman's face.

"The plan is commencing soon then?" Agnak-tör questioned eerily.

The younger male nodded, reluctantly. He is unsure about whether the plan will be successful and whether it is safe for the female. He switched a wondering look at Sahara who was bewildered about the whole situation.

'Poor woman...' Zen'nogre mused before stepping out to resume with his own role.

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As soon as the young male exited the room, Agnak-tör stood up, bringing the plate with him and placing it on top of the trophy counters.

He looked back at the woman who kept a watchful and uncomfortable eye towards the outside scenery. The view of the forest and the blazing heat of the afternoon sky is very stunning, but something was different.

Something like a blood bath might happen soon as her body trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the trees shaking.

He walked over to her and knelt behind. His muscular arms wrapped, like a snake about to suffocate its victim, around her waist, to which she was snapped from her imagination followed by her tensing figure.

What is he up to now?

She felt his clawed fingers drag across her clothed belly and repeatedly moved to the side and then to her abdomen again.

'What is wrong with him?' She asked the emptiness.

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"Dan! One at twelve o'clock! Coming at high speed!" A man shouted.

The said man turned around in a rushed position, dodging the sharp star that targeted him. It made a thudding sound as soon as it hit a tree. The thunderous ringing shook Dan in a shocking surprise.

He shot his head to the charging monster who, with no hesitation, tackled him painfully to the ground.

A shooting inflammation on his back rose as he struggled to bring himself up. The alien was twice as heavy, and a hundred times as strong, but there was one thing the monstrous form doesn't have, a small knife, hidden within his pockets.

Dan struggled to reach, sight barely seeing the sharp thing as his eyes kept losing consciousness, in the end, the small thing touched the tips of his fingers and made its way into his hand.

The Yautja strangled him more, eyes widening at the pleasurable sight. But Dan only smiled at his enemy.

Small but deadly, the knife pierced through the thick skin of the crooks of its neck. A tough battle between his weakening strength and the tough scales, but Dan came victorious as the knife drilled into the flesh and blood sprayed like a gushing waterfall.

The large male croaked aloud, a dying breath escaping from its wriggling mandibles. The green, glowing blood can be clearly seen splattered across the front of its visor.

A final anguished cry was released and the giants whom they thought are invincible, are just living, breathing, organisms. Just like humans.