Caveman

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"Grrrr..."

As Yautja was lamenting the pain in his body, footsteps sounded in the distance. 

*Step... Step... Step*

The air was distorted, and a figure wearing an invisibility cloak was visible, he was wearing Yautja's armor. 

"How?" the figure asks.

"Grr... Groarrr!" Yautja is not stupid, knowing that the one wearing the armor is not of his species.

But someone has managed to kill his kind and rob the equipment of their species.

*Bump*

An armored figure kicked the Yautja in the chest until it flew into a tree, allowing air to escape his lungs and making it difficult to breathe. His enemy stood there while removing the biomask.

Showing a human face, a hairless monkey with very high intellectual intelligence. Yautja has always hunted that kind for fun.

"Surprised?"

Bruce walked up to Yautja, who couldn't stand up. His thighs dripped blood of a bright yellow color onto the surface of the ground.

"When you touch the water arrow, it will disappear. But the sharp tip of the ice will remain." As it approaches its prey, Bruce explains a little about the magic it uses.

"Guess where that piece of ice is now?" Bruce asked the question with a devilish grin on his face.

"Roarrr! Roarrr!"

The smile on Bruce's face disappeared as he stood in front of the alien, who was screaming like a dog.

*Crack* 

He stepped on the alien's legs with all his might, then slowly increased the strength of his legs. The crackling of the foot bones can be heard by anyone present there.

"Groarrr!!" 

Bruce tore off the biomask that Yautja was wearing. In addition to protecting the face, a biomask also serves as a breathing apparatus for the alien.

"Roarrr! Grrr... Grroaarrrr" a growl that Bruce did not understand, was released from Yautja's mouth.

"I don't know what that means, but I think..."

*Bump*

"That's an insult to me," Bruce said as he punched Yautja in the face. 

- Why are their heads so hard- thought Bruce inwardly at the sight of his wounded and bleeding hands.

His hand was injured from not using the strong body spell.

As his eyes glanced at the wound, a memory flowed into his brain. Bruce brought his wounded palm over Yautja and dripped a few drops of her blood into the alien's disgusting mouth.

"Hehe, enjoy the rest of your life, ugly." Bruce taunted the beast in front of him.

After that, he took off all the equipment that Yautja was wearing and put it all in the inventory. The inventory was only two meters in size, and it was almost full due to the rest of the equipment he had.

"Grrr... Grrrrrrrr..." the poisoned Yautja is slowly weakening, gamma radiation is something dangerous.

His mouth dripped disgusting, sticky saliva. Bruce was eager to punch his face to smithereens, but his strength was unable to do so.

"Talk about something ugly. Why would I keep an ugly corpse?" the thought popped into his head.

* Thud... Thud* 

Bruce disposes of the bodies he has put in the inventory, Yautja's dead and Yautja's dying bodies have the same body size. He walks away, leaving behind a slowly dying alien.

His endurance is incredible. The mutant, who once drank his blood, immediately sprawled out after a few seconds.

Bruce walked more carefully than before. Soon, he reached his destination.

"Such a huge plane, I can't imagine how incredible this thing is when it's still working." Bruce looked up at the wreckage of the spaceship.

It was so big, he was guessing why the plane could be damaged and left like this instead of being repaired.

Bruce glanced left and right, like a confused bird. He was confused about how to enter the wreckage. If you enter carelessly without a map, he could get lost in there.

Bruce stood there for a moment in frustration.

His brain thought of the most effective way to lure the caveman out of his house and decided to use primitive means to serve the caveman.

"Hey! Is anyone here? Answer me!" Bruce deactivated the invisibility cloak and shouted like a fool.

"Hey! Yoohooo!" he shouted again.

Seeing the lack of response, he walked towards a large rock and climbed on top of it. He climbed with difficulty, the goddamn armor made it difficult for him to move nimbly.

Bruce took out the food reserves from the inventory and ate slowly, his stomach was like a mini black hole that could never be satisfied.

After eating, he took out some extra gear that he got after killing the Yautja.

The first item he saw was a long sword, it was black and curved like a Damascus sword. The weight was lighter than he expected, and the katana he had was even heavier than that. The most plausible reason was the composition of the material used to forge it. Yautja must have had a lot of light but strong metal to forge their warrior gear.

Furthermore, there is an object that is suspected of being a whip because the shape is like a whip in general.

The difference between the two weapons is the basic material used to make them. If a normal whip is made of leather or something, then this whip is made of unknown metal and has a small blade at the end of the whip.

Bruce wanted to try using the weapon but gave up after thinking about it for a while.

The whip is the most difficult weapon to use by a beginner, like himself, who does not know anything about these dangerous weapons.

Next, his eyes glanced at a box made of metal. His finger pressed a button and managed to open it. It turned out that in the box, several glass bottles had a thick blue liquid inside, Bruce had seen it in the film. 

Bottles containing corrosive solvents are used by predators to remove traces, along with xenomorph corpses.

"Who the fuck are you?" a whisper was heard as Bruce was checking his spoils of war.

His eyes glowed white, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Then he returned to his normal eye condition after seeing who was speaking.

"Come out, I know you're there," Bruce said.

"Also, don't point the muzzle of the gun in my face if you don't want to die," Bruce added as he watched his visitors point plasma guns at him.

- Because for too long alone, this man almost became a perfect killer-he said to himself while evaluating the man.

His footsteps were very quiet and almost completely disappeared as he walked. His whispering way of speaking is his way of reducing noise and the risk of being caught by the Yautja.

He is like a rabbit living in a lion's cage.