Predator Stalking Shadows 15

"Dutch waited for the optimal moment to make his move, and then in one swift motion he lunged up and forward, and drove the blade of his knife into the Hunter's back, directly under what he estimated to be its shoulder blade. The creature screamed, a warbling, furious noise, more high-pitched than he was used to, and whipped round toward him, its cloaking device shimmering and sparking. If Dutch had any doubts that this creature was of a different species to the Hunters he'd previously encountered, then the bright green blood that spilled from the wound he'd made and bounced off leaves to spatter on the ground below laid them to rest."

"Even as the Hunter thrashed beneath the press of his weight, Dutch rammed his knife in further and dragged it down, ripping the wound open as much as he could.At such close quarters, the shoulder mounted cannon the Hunter wore was useless, as were the other weapons the thing might have employed on him. All the creature could rely on right now was its speed and flexibility, and as such, as it thrashed and bucked beneath him, Dutch felt like a rodeo rider attempting desperately to cling to his
mount. He felt his knife slipping first from the Hunter's back, and then being knocked from his hand by a flailing claw to go tumbling through the leaves and branches to the ground below. Unarmed, he could now only wrestle with the creature as it squirmed in his grip, as tensile and aggressive as a barracuda, to face him. Small and lithe this particular Hunter might have been, but as Dutch discovered to his cost, it was still immensely
strong. With incredible speed a clawed hand whipped out, grabbed for Dutch, and caught his chest, pulling the tough Kevlar of his body armor into a knot as it hauled him free of his perch on the tree. Dutch's own fist shot out, aiming for the creature's throat. His blow only half-connected and then he was flying, flipping end over end as the Hunter let and sent him plummeting to the ground.
He curled himself into a ball as best he could and tried to roll with the impact, grateful that he hit mossy ground softened by rain, rather than one of the rocks that jutted from the spongy undergrowth."pg.94-95 chpt.4