Watching the Predator clearly understand Ancient Greek, Alvin grinned maliciously and made a series of "tak-tak-tak" sounds.
Alvin gave Stark a contemptuous look. "What good is that? We still can't understand what he's saying."
Stark glanced at Alvin with equal disdain. "Don't you know that every language and writing system has its own rules?
Open a gate to my lab and give me a little time. I can use the central server to analyze the patterns in their language. We'll know what he's saying in no time."
Alvin didn't have that kind of patience. He opened a Space Gate to the outside world, connected to the signal, and called Fox.
One of the Demigods' duties was to keep the Predators under control. There was no reason they wouldn't understand the Predator language, too.
While Alvin was on the phone, he used the Golden Vine to knock the Predator over again, and confiscated the dangerous Shoulder Cannon he was carrying.
The guy knew perfectly well he couldn't win, but he was determined to fight to the end, and wouldn't pass up a single chance to break free.
That made Alvin realize that they were warlike, but not the kind of lunatics who had to win at all costs.
When faced with an overwhelming force, they would choose to fall back and regroup, too!
Watching the Predator struggle to his feet and let out an angry roar at him, Alvin irritably shoved Stark beside him. "Turn on the translator and use every obscenity you know to insult his whole family.
And warn him that if he keeps acting up, I'll kill him!"
Stark obligingly typed the requested words into the Computer. A string of unintelligible curses began blaring from the speakers in the Iron Man Armor, making the Predator's eyes turn bloodshot