I spin around and take up a fighting crouch as an adult exenomorph leaps from the shadows, jaws wide in a enraged snarl, tail and claws swinging. I brace myself, allowing it to strike me full on and bounce off again, claws red with my blood. The wounds aren't that much more than inconviences though, and as it prepares to attack again, I step forward and stab it in the gut with my left-hand wrist blades. It shrieks and recoils, and I grunt in pain as acidic green blood splashes my unprotected hand. We both pull back and start to circle, waiting for a moment of weakness in our oppenent and preparing to attack again. It moves first, making as if to leap at me-and than spinning about, long stinger-tipped tail whipping for my face. I get my other blades up in time to block the attack- and the stinger comes right off, flying across the room to stick into a wall, where it hangs twitching. Again blood jets from the wound. My strurdy helmet prevents me from losing my face, but I'm blinded and stagger backwards. I feel four sets of claws drag long, shallow cuts across my chest, and can hear the thing's breathing right in front of me. Instictively, I lash out with the burned stumps of my left blades. I hear it shriek in pain, and press forward agian, not willing to relinquish my attack while I have an advantage.
Both of my helmets vision pieces are burned close, and I blindly stab at where I hope it to be with both arms. It stumbles under the onslaught and falls, me on top of it, scrabbling viciously with its claws. I bellow a battle cry and tear it open from throat to abdomen with my reamaining blade, and feel its teeth bite into my shoulder with a death spasm. It finally stops twitching, and I rip my ruined helmet off, taking a deep breath. I rip the straps holding my wrecked blades off before the acid can eat though to my skin, and roll away from the corpse. With another pained grunt, I prise the dead thing's jaws from my shoulder, and am finally able to stand. After examining my wounds, I decide them to be non-serious, and burn a ritual mark into the side of my head, before climbing out to rejoin the squad patiently waiting for my return outside. My blades and helmet are ruined, but I pull out my trusty spear and a trio of vicious shurikens, and lead us deeper into the city.
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