The Hard Meat lunges at the hunter and crushes him to the ground, while the two aliens both smash into the pillar of the wall. Their fighting stance is different from the last time, and the way they fight later is completely different.

　　Scar was pinned to the ground, unable to throw it off like last time. The armor was shredded, a chunk of flesh torn from underneath, and hot monster spit sprayed onto the bio-mask.

　　The pain is invigorating for both the hunters and the monsters, and Scar responds with a roar. No matter how rational the Yautja can be, when the fight comes, they release the beast faster than clicking.

　　With his hands too busy resisting to reach his weapon, Scar and Hard Meat scratch at each other, the acid blood burning new spots on his body. Scar cannot resist with all his might to reduce the spray of acid blood.

　　The eyeless monster let out an evil hiss as it drew closer, even the inner jaw of its mouth began to smear Scar's bio-mask.

　　Yautja's stamina was not as good as Hard Meat's, and he deliberately slowed down to show his weakness before exhaustion, paying attention to Ooman's situation and having other plans.

　　There was a strange concentration in Ooman's calm, guarded gaze. Had she been watching?

　　Hard Meat opened his mouth wide like a snake and crouched triumphantly over Scar.

　　Scar sniffed. Let it be happy for a while.

　　Eyeless' monster opens its mouth. Death is coming again, but Scar is ready for it. He throws the attacking Hard Meat in a sort of ground action. Last time Scar didn't do it on purpose, but this time he did.

　　The female panics as Hard Meat is thrown in her direction, and Hard Meat notices the new prey.

　　At the same time, Hard Meat stares at the female and she stares at the combistick on the ground.

　　The long-tailed monster bounces off the wall, and the female picks up the combistick and points it directly at the incoming Hard Meat, but Scar can't relive the moment he saw her kill her enemy. At this point, a second monster emerges from the shadows, something that did not happen last time.

　　—It is a familiar enemy, the Hard Meat with the grid covering the outer shell!

　　The Grid of this reality (Scar called this individual) is not exactly the same as last time, its appearance at first glance is not an ordinary Drone, bigger and more special, but not the Praetorian.

　　The only thing that is the same as last time is the mesh-cut wound. Only the Scar's older brother has opted for the powerful netgun and switched to downgraded wrist blades, using a non-acid-proof bone material.

　　From the looks of the healthy Hard Meat leader, that weapon had undoubtedly been destroyed by acid blood, and was probably one of the reasons they hadn't made it out of the pyramid last time (if the older brother hadn't, the younger brother didn't have to think about it). Scar couldn't tell whose idea this crap was, his attention had only been on himself during the ship.

　　Of the three brothers, Scar is usually sandwiched between the other two, doing his own thing… even though there's not much to do at the bottom of Mother Ship's pit. So he follows the lead brother's instructions when they split off for solo action.

　　And then they both showed him this?

　　—Alas, good for them.

　　Scar drew the shuriken used in the First Kill from his belt, releasing a circle of sharp blades ten inches long at the edge. But before he could make his next move, a terrifying, high-speed force struck him in the chest.

　　The hunter's breathing stopped, his consciousness flying away like the shuriken in his hands, his body trampled once more by Hard Meat, and the breath he managed to exhale splattered onto the Grid's constant stream of drooling teeth. The two aliens tumble to the ground together, trying to tear each other apart with their claws.

　　Don't roll on the ground with your prey like a Young Blood. Scar muttered as he rolled with his prey. The Ooman fight had just begun, but it was almost over. The stupid Hard Meat jumped on a combistick the female had placed on the ground.

　　The sound of the female's anxious breathing came from the violently tumbling dust, and the sticky vapors of sour flesh rubbed against the combistick. Scar's forked tongue tasted of drops of hot, salty water, and he still remembered the female's firm, hard hands holding the spear... Perhaps named her Ki’cti-pa-di (Little Combistick)?

　　She has succeeded in her First Kill.

　　Scar wants to shrug proudly, but he can only continue to tangle with Hard Meat.

　　The female puts down the combistick she was using to prop up the corpse, seems confused by the Hard Meat she has killed, hesitantly walks up and then discreetly and quickly kicks the monster in the head... trying to dismember the prey?

　　As if that wasn't enough, she tried a second kick.

　　Scar felt a pain in his own head as well.

　　Oh my Paya. Stop kicking.

　　The third kick.

　　Scar has to free himself from the Hard Meat leader, and while he can get the Wrist Blades to pop out of the Wrist Gauntlet and kill the annoying monster instantly, he'll also be killed by acid blood if he can't get into a position where he won't be splattered. But the Grid is too big, too big, and Scar can't get out of its confines.

　　The Hard Meat leader wields the glowing green blood at the tip of his claws. Rare and special, it is the best reward for Young Blood in this hunting ground, except for the Queen.

　　But is it really? Does a disgraced dead Yautja deserve to be rewarded with a hunt?

　　Scar fights back, rolling out of the hold and retrieving the lost shuriken. The roar of the bio-mask and the cries of the Hard Meat leader shook the pyramid passage.

　　At last he had his weapon back, and the sensation of piercing the creature's body again and again was transferred from the blade to his hand, and the bloody joy spread through Yautja's soul, the innate desire to ritualistically slaughter other beings and never regret the cruelty of it.

　　Scar is free from the darkness of the mother ship's pit, the eternal silence of space, the torment of waiting day and night. Now the young hunter is covered in blood, in pain but in joy, killing each other with the Hard Meat leader.

　　Nothing can replace the ecstasy of pouring Yautja, the real feeling of living life with their own hands... and then a real vibration from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

　　Scar and the Hard Meat leader have been fighting for too long, the new room appears. The female leaning against the wall looks longingly at the light there, her eyes and toes pointing towards the exit...

　　Scar is not strong enough to end the never-ending battle immediately, and loses the initiative again. Grid nearly rips his torso from his spine, along with his armor.

　　Their fight is thrown past the female.

　　Scar rolled up, finally pinning Grid to the ground, but Grid immediately escaped, and the hunter's swinging blade crashed to the ground. He grabbed an evil spine from behind Hard Meat's back and attacked its head again.

　　They fought brutally and rolled together into another secret room.

　　If the female turns now, she will leave Scar.

　　Scar can almost feel the caustic gaze of the Gods of Life and Death. The hunt may have seemed like a reward, but now he's about to lose more than redemption and a second life—he's about to lose his friend!

　　The ground is covered with green glowing blood and burning yellow molten holes.

　　Most of the armor has been damaged, something that did not happen last time. The cold from the pyramid's walls and floors penetrates Yautja's thick skin and begins to hurt.

　　There's no way of telling if Grid is trying to kill Scar or if it's following the gods' orders to keep Scar away from Ooman, but either way it's only a matter of time before the end comes—Scar is running out of strength. He will die here, and maybe see the two gods take turns spitting on him.

　　More importantly, he will lose Ki’cti-pa-di.

　　Scar tosses the Grid out like his own life, breaking a pillar and forcing it to move, the supporting ceiling cracking and a waterfall of dust washing down the disintegrating stone.

　　The dust and debris washed over Scar, and with his arms and legs still weak, he could only stagger backwards, trying to keep an eye out for any Grid that might emerge from the dust.

　　Then he hit something. Soft and small.

　　Scar met the startled gaze of the female clinging to his body.

　　Scar cannot describe how he felt now, as if he held the first prey he had killed in his hand, his soul burning within it.

　　Look! Ki’cti-pa-di is holding the Plasmacaster he lost twice!

　　The sound of Hard Meats gathering in the graveyard path leading to the broken bridge, coming to rescue Grid.

　　Scar can not handle so many Hard Meat, in fact, the number of Hard Meat in this hunting ground is out of control (his brothers killed or not?) This is also the reason why he activated the self-destruct device last time.

　　Scar loaded Plasmacaster, fangs in the bio-mask internal knocking, with the basic artillery direct bombardment. plasma light bullets to break a few first out of the Hard Meat, the rest rescued Grid, and scattering.

　　—Temporary.

　　Scar closes the Plasmacaster and looks at the female left behind. She watches with strange fascination as the Hard Meat crawl along the walls and ceilings until the black oil slicks disappear into the shadows of the deep.

　　They'll be back, Scar has few weapons left and his armor is useless. Instead of guarding against the return of the monsters, Ki’cti-pa-di is here, but Scar cannot invite her. He's not sure if changing that will affect her decision, even though they were already a team.

　　Because of the higher status of females in Yautja culture, Scar chooses to respect this hunting sister by Yautja standards, so he turns his back on her and quietly walks away. That's right, he's leaving her behind.

　　At this point, Scar has no intention of disobeying fate.

　　Will she make the same choice again?

　　Scar held his breath and counted his steps, wondering if the eyes of the gods were following him as well as Ki’cti-pa-di's. Come on, partner. Strongly he waits, but steps away firmly.

　　—Yautja has to learn to control their desires, just as when it is time to leave the playground and go home, they have to stop in the moment and resist the urge to act.

　　Scar learns early on that it's not just the difference between Yautja becoming Bad Blood, it's often the difference between life and death, decency and dishonor.

　　But if Ki’cti-pa-di chooses to leave, Scar will suffer the consequences... and then see what he can do.

　　At last he heard the voice that broke the darkness and silence: "Hey!

　　The sound of footsteps followed.

　　Scar's fangs waved like two pairs of happy little hands under the bio-mask.

　　"Hey!" Ooman called, "I'm coming with you."

　　Scar was as relieved as he was finished burning the mark on his forehead.

　　The firm and insistent voice and footsteps came closer, "You hear me, you ugly son of a bitch!—"

　　Yautja doesn't know what 'ugly' means, and it doesn't sound like an insult. The bio-mask suggests it's a derogatory term, but Scar disagrees. In older databases, "bitch" is even used to praise female hounds.

　　And the difference between a Yautja female and a male is that the male can only be beaten to death or half to death by her, not to mention that Scar has long forgotten what his breeder looks like. He quickly lost her affection once he got out of the crawling and sucking stage.

　　The arm is suddenly grabbed, which is not the expected development, Scar spins violently and almost throws Ooman out.

　　The heat that remains on the thick skin slides into Scar's blood like a vile facehugger egg.

　　"I'm coming with you." The female stresses again, not caring that she's facing an alien hunter.

　　Scar stares at Ooman, still trying to figure out why he's being praised (ugly) ... definitely not rolling around on the floor with Grid.

　　As if an eternity had passed and nothing had happened, the female suddenly decided to show her... hand.

　　Then just wait there.

　　What else could Scar do? The young hunter dug around in his armor and there it was, a small knife. It fit under the armor and in the palm of Soft Meat's hand.

　　Scar could have used the dead prey to equip her later, but things happened too naturally. After the knife had been handed out, Scar remembered that he had come to retrieve the weapon and ended up missing one.

　　Well, it doesn't count, it's only borrowed.