“Come out; come out, wherever you are?”
The Juggernaut had repelled every attack that this hunter could muster and so he had retreated into the woods, seeking shelter, recovering. The behemoth ravaged the landscape, ripping trees from the ground, obliterating anything in his path, patronizing the alien’s attempts on his life.
In one last attempt, the Predator lunges at Cain Marko from the trees, simultaneously firing a blast from his shoulder cannon. The impact merely alerts the Juggernaut of his presence and as he leaps toward this unstoppable force a monstrous hand lashes out and grasps the alien around the waist; the grip crushing bone and tissue.
“You thought that you could stop me, pipsqueak?”
He throws the creature to the ground and leans in close to watch the light vanish from his eyes, but that’s when he strikes. With his wrist bound claw extended he wriggles his arms loose and strikes, driving the blade deep into Marko’s eye. He lets go a bloodcurdling scream, vainly clutching at his wounded socket through his helmet. Eventually he crumples, his immense form falling to the ground. The Predator lays back, sucks in a deep breath and turns off his self-destruct.