"Now we can finally capture a prisoner, take it back, and interrogate it properly to find out what this species is really made of!"
On a living planet, the ground was riddled with craters, and bone-chilling cold drifted through the air.
Four Frost Giants had gone to some lengths to cripple a Xenomorph.
On a planet engulfed in war, without using magic or technology, turning the tables on a Xenomorph was no easy task.
Xenomorphs were far too skilled at using complex environments in battle. Pick any one of them, and its patience was terrifyingly good. They excelled at seizing fleeting openings to strike. Since the war began, countless unlucky Frost Giants had fallen victim to ambushes.
Even when Frost Giants could defeat Xenomorphs, capturing them alive was difficult. These creatures were simply too vicious. As long as there was even the slightest chance of victory, they would accept no threats, bribes, or surrender terms. Once they confirmed that death was inevitable, they would charge forward with their last ounce of strength to kill themselves. They would rather sacrifice themselves and spray their blood everywhere than let their enemies survive alongside them.
Over this period, the Frost Giants had come to truly understand this species' madness and terror.
Of course, they were also powerful. During the first few days of the war, they had once managed a three-to-one casualty exchange with the Frost Giants, killing and capturing several hundred of them.
"Hey, we already understand these guys' tricks. Their losses are mounting. Now, even ten of them can't trade for one of us. More will die in the future, and sooner or later, they'll collapse." A Frost Giant lowered his head to look at the Xenomorph. "I don't believe a species this extreme and insane can have many members."
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