Predator If It Bleeds 85

One of them-Helga, the trollish woman-had a big commando knife, God only knew where she'd gotten it, and with a furious battlefield shriek dove into the smoke. A moment later she came out again. But Fix could not at first understand what he was seeing. Helga hung writhing in the air, her body torn and bloody, dangling in the smoke like a puppet on broken strings.

And then it emerged. Just like in his dream, a thing appeared out of nowhere. There was a shimmer in the troubled air and suddenly a form took shape. Monstrous, unnatural, armed, and armored. It held Helga up and now Fix could see that three steel claws had been thrust entirely through her body and the bloody tips stood out from between her shoulder blades. The creature wore the same kind of helmet that the Nightmare Kid had worn when Fix first saw him. The pale flesh of its body was covered in the same netting, but instead of a simple pair of trunks it wore complex armor, hung and fitted with exotic weapons. Knives and guns and other things Fix could not begin to identify.

The monster was huge. Much bigger than the creature Fix had fought. At least a foot taller and half again as broad in the shoulders. The brute peered at Helga, seeming to take note of her musculature, her scars. It made a series of weird clicks, sounds nearly lost beneath the screaming, and then it flung Helga away. Her dying screams chased her across the pentangle and she landed with a bone-breaking thud five feet from where Fix lay, the knife still in her hand, its blade smeared with green. Fix tried to get up, tried to reach for that blade.-pg.442 chpt.16