Humans: When They Growl, You Should Run

Humans: When they growl, you should run

(@skullyfuck thanks for the growling prompt)

The creature rolled and, improbably, stood on its hind legs.

That was impressive, few aliens could take a swipe from a mature Bagron warrior. Maybe it was true, the Humans were hardly, but it had no visible claws and there were no teeth or horns to be seem. Maybe it was the artificial over armour that hid the details or maybe the rumours were a fabrication and Humans were not as impressive as the Alliance wanted their enemies to believe.

The commander waved his uppermost arm in a signal for the Human to be dispatched. They would find out more when they did an autopsy.

Seconds later, the commander was staring in horror. How did it do that?! It picked up a fully armoured warrior and threw it. That much strength was scarcely possible, forgetting anatomically impossible for a Bagron to copy, and all the worse that it somehow threw the hapless warrior directly into its squad mate. The Human then heaped on the indignity by stamping on their exposed mandibles, a horrific way to kill.

On reflection, maybe ordering the execution of the Human’s Alliance companions in front of it and saving for last was a bad mistake.

The Commander realised its biggest error when the Human turned to focus on it. Then came a noise which made it instinctively pull its shell plates round its thorax, a movement normally considered cowardly but in this case wise.

The Human let out a low, menacing, growl.

The Commander dropped down onto all eight limbs and fled.

The growl was dropped for a shudder. “Fucking sentient spiders. When I get home I’m requisitioning a flamethrower.”