"There's a totem pole about three hundred meters ahead, similar to the one we saw before, along with some other things. It looks like a camp."
"Can you plan a quick escape route? Preferably along a river," Nick asked from beneath the tree. He didn't think they could finish this in one attack, but striking by surprise, gaining an advantage, and running away shouldn't be much of a problem.
"How about a waterfall? There's one at nine o'clock. It's not very high. Are those monsters afraid of water?" Dahlia asked.
"They aren't, but water disables their cloaking devices. And their bones are far denser than ours, so they probably aren't good swimmers. By the way, can all of you swim?" Nick asked the others, receiving unanimous confirmation.
"Are you sure we won't get killed outright if we go in like this?" Stan, the man in prison clothes, clutched Nick's Bolo knife and followed nervously behind him and the Neon person, Hanzo.
"Probably not." Nick hadn't brought his AA-12 either, carrying the Combistick instead. Hanzo still held the curved blade. All three carried melee weapons.
"Predators respect individual fighting prowess. They disdain using their high-tech weapons against opponents whose equipment is obviously inferior, especially opponents carrying melee weapons."
"What high-tech weapons do you mean?" Stan swallowed nervously.
"I only know about a plasma weapon, something that can blast you into a puddle of meat in an instant." Nick's description made the man instinctively shrink his neck back again.
Hanzo, the Neon person, heard that Predators respected individual fighting prowess, and his eyes lit up. He was just about to ask a question when the bloody scene before him stunned him.
As the three left the cover of the dense forest, they saw a clearing filled with wooden stakes. Skinned corpses hung