"The Predator brought his blade down. Nikolai moved. But the Predator leaned forward at the last second, changing the direction of the stroke. The metal slid through Nikolais boot and onto his left foot. Even through the drugs and the effects of the virus, Nikolai felt it. Felt it and screamed. Forgot to move fast enough as the Predator pulled the long black blade back, swiping out with his knife-claw hand. The multiple blades caught Nikolai in the shoulder. He fell back into the grass. Propped himself up with one hand. Still moving backwards. Away from the advancing Predator. The Predators blade came down towards his head. Rolled to his left. Kept rolling. Felt the Predator turn. Managed to regain his feet. Lost his machete doing it. Pulled out a hunting knife, twin to his other hand. The Predator in front of him. It tossed its long blade away. Flexed its wrist. Blades locked into place."

"The Predator swiped at him. Moved back. Blood seeping from his boot. Slowing him. Jabbed at the Predators stomach. Found a join. Drew blood. But not enough. Inside the Predators guard for an instant. Stabbing with both hands. Looking for anything soft. Found a point. Drove it home. Lost the blade. Stabbed in both sides as he moved back out. Torrents of of green dust falling out of him. The Predators voice. Low and guttural. Flash of his blade, driving up and missing the Predators neck. Seeing the five blades on the Predators hand. Turning to avoid them. Another stabbing pain, deeper, in his right side. Lashing out with his knife. Clacking against the Predators armor like a woman's long nails tapping. Another pain. Another."

"The metal of his blade flashing. The raking, downward motion of five blades. Loss of feeling in his right arm. Throwing his knife. Missing. Watching it fall slowly into the dark-green grass. Predators knife descending. Brought his other arm up as a shield. Knife came into his guard. A vivid pain in his chest. Fire against his ribs. On the grass. Numb, amid a cloud of green dust. Trying to bring his arm up again. Looking at the sky, still crowded with beautiful, strange, exotic things. Green dust. Green world. The Predator again, picking up its long blade. A dark shadow staring at him from a great height. Marikova was looking at him from great heights. He smiled. Even as the metal of another world came down on his neck. The blow didn't stop him from seeing." Pg.247-248 chpt.65