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A low, hoarse, clicking filled the air as I'saha stumbles through the ruins of the ship. The glowing green blood dripping out his mouth, onto his mandibles, then to the ground. The wounds on his chest were bleeding too-- though he'd mostly cauterized them.
Despite that, I'saha would rather die than admit he was stupid for coming alone. Instead, he growl and fight until the very end-- and hopefully-- not be called a disgrace for dying at the hand of Xenomorphs.
Just as the Yautja took another step forward, a weight slammed into his back and he was sent flying forwards. Roaring in agony as the spear end of the Xenomorph's tail stuck through I'saha's side, sticking him to the metal ground.
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