The Predator Elder strode forward with his head held high, while Lucy approached at a measured pace. Under the watchful eyes of Russell and several onlookers, the two slowly drew closer.
Russell swallowed, unable to suppress a flicker of anticipation as he wondered what move Lucy would use to end the fight.
Though they had specified hand-to-hand combat, Lucy could use her brain like dial-up internet to download every fighting technique circulating online, instantly master them, and push them to their limits with her astonishing bodily control.
One punch could part the Earth down the middle.
But Russell did not think Lucy would honestly engage the Predator Elder in close combat. The most likely outcome was that she would knead nuclear fission into existence with one hand and slap it across the Predator Elder's face.
The image was too beautiful not to anticipate!
The four Predator Elites whispered among themselves, quietly discussing the Elder's decision to fight a human woman. They found it difficult to believe that such a powerful Elder would stoop so low.
The Predator civilization had established rules of honor for hunting. These included not hunting unarmed prey, sparing weak women and children, and not activating cloaking devices during a hunt.
Different clans followed somewhat different hunting codes, but the rules against hunting unarmed prey and against killing weak women and children were generally shared.
Based on the Predator Elites' understanding of Earth women, Lucy met both criteria: unarmed and weak woman. The Elder's decision to challenge her was extremely unwise and would affect his prestige within the council.
The four Predator Elites failed to notice that the moment Lucy stepped forward, the two restless Alien Queens immediately sat obediently.
Their two long, barbed tails swayed across the ground as saliva dripped from their mouths and they