AVP Prey 26

She hurled herself after the warrior. Several of the bugs streamed from behind the shed and toward Broken Tusk. He stepped in to battle without hesitation. Too many of them, ten, twelve. She aimed at one of the bugs and it was dead before she fired. She took aim again and again, her target had fallen already. She took a step back, transfixed by the swift movements of the giant warrior.

Here was no inexperienced novice; every step was
measured, every strike timed and sure. Within the space of a few seconds, most of the bugs were down, dead or dying. She had enough training to recognize a Master when she saw one. This one's skill had been gained in battle, against deadly enemies. Broken Tusk whirled and jabbed, crouched and slashed with precision and confidence. Never a misstep, never a hesitation. He was no dojo tiger, covered in padding and fighting for points. Wherever he had come from, they had a martial arts more complex and dangerous than any she'd ever seen. It was like a choreographed dance.-pg.194-195-196 chpt.25