It was getting closer. Building confidence...Kalakta let it. The massive sea creature could eat him in one go, yet it was cautious and for good reason.

One failed hunt so far on his part had left the creature with a deep scar on its muzzle.

Another pass. He could see the shadow of it far from him in front, but when it circled around behind him, it dared ever closer.

His pack gurgled, releasing a small stream of bubbles as his rebreather cycled. The device allowed him to stay beneath the waves, his only limit was body warmth. But that is what test hunts were for, he had at least another hour in the water before the shivers would kick in.

Another pass. This time the pass behind him was so close the long tendrils of his dreads were swept along the wake of the creature. He was slow to turn, to follow the creature, it was bait.

He was bait.

The cautious creature was massive, its eye the size of his chest alone, it would make a perfect first skull for his aquatic hunts, kicking off a new passion for the bored hunter. So few yautja hunted beneath the waves of the seas.

It was coming for another pass. He fought to keep his body relaxed, he had to wait while all his senses told him to move, to turn and face his prey.

Not yet.

The hard pull of water as the beast opened its maw, this was his moment, that water pulled him toward those waiting teeth. A hard kick of his legs got him just out of its grasp, his free hand grabbing onto that thick hide along its brow. He nearly lost his grip as the thing kicked into a full sprint, thrashing its head to try and dislodge him. It only had him dig those claws in more, flipping his grip on that spear. The hide was too thick for his spear, but there was a rather soft spot in the creature's armor.

That spear sank into that massive eye, the creature thrashed and shot for the surface, Kalakta didn't stop. He shoved the spear deeper as the pressure of the water threatened to rip him from the back of his prey. Then all at once, the pressure was gone, the warmth of the sun hit his back as he was airborne with the jumping monster.

It was dead as it hit the water. Without the pressure of the water, he shoved nearly up to his shoulder into that eye, getting that spear right into the skull and brain. The limp body hit the water. No time for celebrations yet, he had to act quickly.

The blood in the water would attract more predators of the deep, and he wanted his trophy. The cutting took nearly the remaining hour in the water, the swim to shore another ten. By the time he hauled the severed head into the sand, he was cold and exhausted, flopping onto the warm sand to catch his breath that wasn't from the mask.

The exhaustion didn't stop the laughter bubbling up.

That had been amazing! A worthy hunt! He wanted another!

Still chuckling he pushed himself up to sit up and look at the massive skull of the creature. Who knew the human world had even more challenging prey yet to be found?