AVP Hunters Planet 28

The fallen Bugger rolled away, and the others hurled past, eager to tear apart their prey. They were met with cross blasts from unexpected angles. For a moment their ranks held, but then, when two of their number literally blew up under the
blaster onslaught, they retreated. These close quarters were not what they were programmed to fight in. And whoever was commanding them wasn't doing the proper job.

Nonetheless, it was a bloody, nasty melee.
Inexperienced though they might be, the Buggers were still fighting machines, and they fought with a fearsome coldness that held the worst and the deadliest of both races. Nonetheless, the Predators were fighting machines as well, and fighting machines that now, in a contest not just
for honor but for survival, fought with a single will and absolutely incandescent genius. Machiko had never seen the like. Nor, apparently, had Ned Sanchez. He stood there, gawking.

"Get down," order Machiko, taking her own advice and parking herself behind a high-backed lab table.

"Shouldn't we help?"

"We'll just get ourselves killed now."

Anyway, Sanchez would. She'd run with a pack before and could probably meld her instincts into the group mix. Sanchez couldn't; he would probably get caught in the buzz saw of action and get ripped to pieces. He got down as well, though he peered out at the action with great interest.

"My God, I've never seen anything like this. Talk about berserkers."

The Predators were fighting with a grace and precision that bordered on ballet. They somehow knew just the right moments to dodge, just the right moments to fire, just the right moments to advance. They were defeating the enemy, an enemy programmed only for victory.

"Evanston bungled this project," said Machiko.

"He didn't realize how stupid the bugs are, and that's programmed into these creatures as well."

"What-you're saying they were no threat?" said Sanchez. "That we're doing this for nothing?"

"Oh, no. He could certainly make refinements, I'm sure. Nonetheless, fearsome and nasty as they are, they don't have the thousands of years of practice that the yautja have."-Chpt.26 pgs.550-551