Second Encounter

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AN: this thought struck me an hour ago, so here you go

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The Hunter was disappointed, a feeling that it felt often enough when sport was lacking. But this particular instance of disappointment was from an entirely different source, an Ooman. An Ooman it had encountered once before, one that still carried its gift.

The Ooman was dying, and not in battle with honor; but in a hard meat hive. The Ooman was a host.

The Hunter growled in frustration as it watched its fellow hunter try and calmly speak with its unhosted companion. It spoke words rather than take the prey out with it, disappointing. But also curious, so the Hunter activated a translator in its mask.

"… Then I'm going to pour a bazonga of healing magic into the wound," The Ooman is telling its companion. The Hunter is surprised, but knows the use of the old ways will do no use for this wound. The Ooman asks its companion, "Do you understand, Dawn Star?"

The female Ooman nods in reply, "Yes. Xander, isn't there another way?"

Typical Ooman sentimentality.

The Ooman hunter shakes its head, "No time."

With that it takes several breaths and then uses the gift. The Hunter Whip is wrapped around the stomach of the Ooman in a matter of seconds.

The hunter is now incredibly interested, It seems that the Ooman was trying something after all. It watches in fascination as the whip is wrenched in a circle, cutting the Ooman's stomach completely open, held on by only a bare hint of flesh.

A quick cycling of vision modes, and the Hunter watches as the young Hard Meat forces its way through the new opening instead of trying to break through the chest cavity.

The Ooman's jaw is clenched in agony as the larval Meat escapes its flesh, but it remains standing as it bleeds and the Hard Meat leaves fully. The female Ooman is quick to pull a primitive blaster from its back and kill the young Hard Meat.

The Hunter is confused though, there was no hint of Old Ways in this, only clever innovation. The confusion is gone soon after though, as the Ooman hunter's hand begins to glow with red light, gathering the spilt blood upon the floor.

Even the blood of the Hard Meat.

The blood pools in the palm of the Ooman's hand and he presses it to the massive hole in his Stomach, which then burns closed and begins to knit together. The Hunter notes a look of fear on the female Ooman's face as she watches.

When the healing is done she asks, "What the hell was that?" The hunter couldn't help but agree.

The Ooman sits up and tells her, "blood magic and Primal Shamanism. Needed both cause of the acid blood from the Serpent baby."

"I hate it when we run into them," She tells him.

"Well it's not like you have to worry about getting a demon baby like the rest of us," The Ooman Hunter shoots back, "Miss I-Have-More-Power-Than-God."

The Hunter watched as they began to pack up, clearly they were leaving. He was as well, the hunt complete, and his brothers waiting. He turns to move away, and comes face to face with a Hard Meat Adult.

The serpent hisses angrily at his and its tail bashes him to the side. He flies through the air and crashes between the pair of Oomans. The female asks the other, "Friend of yours?"

"Yeah, actually," the Ooman replies as the Hard Meat crashes on top of the Hunter, "That isn't!"

With a roar he charges the Hard Meat, and a casual swipe send him flying. The Hard Meat slams the hunter down a few times before turning to the interloper.

It begins to prowl closer, and the Ooman hunter, Xander, takes the time to pull out the Yautja Whip he had received from the very same hunter that this serpent had attacked.

The pair ready themselves, Xander tensing and the Serpent coiling itself to spring. This standoff is ended with a blast, though; a shotgun blast.

The Serpent's head disintegrates and Xander blinks before looking at Dawn, she huffs and asks, "What is it with guys and proving their 'Macho!'"

She spins around to check on the hunter, only to find it gone. She blinks and looks around, before shrugging.

The Hunter watches from the shadows as the pair leave. Cycling visions to make sure that its gift is safely in the pack of the female who killed two Hard Meat in a matter of minutes, regardless of age.