Predator Turnabout 8

"The thing was five meters away, and looked relaxed enough standing there. He'd probably be confident, in its place. It was a foot taller, easily a hundred pounds heavier, and had gone hand-to-hand with a good-sized brown bear. A puny little old human like Sloane, without a gun? That wasn't likely to frighten it much. And given that Sloane had capped a couple of its buddies, it probably planned to enjoy making him suffer. Maybe it wanted to beat him to a slow death. Well. No point in making it easy for the thing."pg.227 chpt.29

"It came closer, trying to line up for a right-hand cut, and Sloane moved to his right even faster. It made a sound that could have been a laugh. Held its arms
wide in a gesture that seemed to say "What? I look stupid?" Sloane nodded. Yeah, it would know what he was trying to do. No help for that. Sloane didn't have a lot of choice here. He couldn't run, it was a lot faster. He couldn't hide, there was no
cover. And he couldn't stand back and duel with it."

"As the thing moved a step closer, Sloane stood his ground.That sound again. Definitely a laugh.It came in and it must have expected him to freeze or backpedal away, but Sloane didn't. He went in to meet it, trying to get inside as fast as he could. His move must have surprised it. It hesitated a hair, and that was enough. Sloane got within a couple of feet. He jerked his knife up, edge leading, and slashed across the thing's belly and chest, digging in, but it was a shallow slice, blunted by its armor-mesh, no real damage. With the knife in his hand raised, handle back by his right ear, he stabbed straight down as hard as he could.
The flesh or the web armor or something resisted for a hair, but then Shiva Ki's fighting knife pierced it and sank into the alien's flesh, a good six inches, through muscle and a rib, before it stopped."

"Gotcha, sucker! Would that be enough?
The thing got its left arm between them and slapped at him. The backhand strike hit Sloane on the left shoulder and knocked him off his feet. He flew three feet to the side and fell, hit the
ground hard. The thing roared, a primal, really pissed-off scream, and turned to face the downed man. So, no. The knife buried in the thing's chest wasn't going to
be enough to do the job."pg230 chpt.29