Predator If It Bleeds 11

"Got that sombitch!" Johnny Boy shouted, as the branches overhead shook.

Then he flinched, raised a hand to his cheek
and smeared his fingers across it. They came away wet and luminous green, like he'd smeared firefly guts across his skin. "What the fu-?"

Johnny Boy's confusion-and body-were cut short by a spinning metal disc. It came and went in a whoosh, leaving the stricken man still and silent. Then he fell to his knees, and the impact loosened his severed head. Blood seeped from the wound and allowed the head to slide free and thump to the ground in time with his body. Gator, unfazed by the recent violence, crouched down by Johnny Boy's still confused face. He didn't even flinch when Johnny Boy blinked. He just swiped his finger through the green smear. Smelled it. Tasted it. "Dat blood."-pg.56 chpt.2