Clean Strike.

Amy woke when she heard the unmistakable sound of the clacking. The same clacking sound of their voice box and their tongue snapping against each other. They made this sound when eagerly searching for food. Their sticky tongues slithered in and out of their mouths sniffing the air. They had to move.
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Stealthily moving out of her bunk, she grasped their weapons. Tapping Thomas on the shoulder and holding her cupped hand over his mouth, she held her index finger over her own mouth. Any sound above a grunt might give their location away, cowering in the boughs of the large oak tree. It slowly began to rain a light mist, as thunder clouds gathered.

Their weapons were their potential lifelines. They were the food. No weapon equalled no chance.

The visitors were becoming ever more frequent to the woods. They were ugly frightening beings, but not quite the greatest warriors.

The humans were becoming more troublesome as they fought back with more ferocity than the visitors first expected. Loud music from twenty odd years ago, strangely filled the void of cramped spaces and tight, tired limbs.

But with the visitors running out of food in the cities, they had to branch out into the countryside. They were becoming desperate.

Amy poked her head out slowly from the canopy. She saw four of them. Their brown scaly skin left a lingering smell of musk and sweat in the air. Sickly sweet. It reminded her of when she had her first encounter with them, six days ago. Amy placed a wet rag over her mouth to prevent her from gagging.

They were communicating through their clacking and demonstrative waving of gestures - it seemed like they were arguing amongst each other. Thomas checked the charge on his stun gun - it was working, but wouldn't be wholly effective. It might knock one of them off their feet, but wouldn't be enough to kill them.

The visitors arrived six days ago when everyone thought that meteor shower that the entire earth suffered was just a freak of nature. No one realised that inside the meteors were spacecraft. Under cover of darkness and with the benefit of surprise, they appeared firing their weapons. They killed thousands in the first hour. Within twenty four hours, they had taken over the major cities with their superior firepower. They then polluted the water supply, forcing the human race into the countryside.

Then the Queens, like bees, of their race began sproulting. They gave birth to an entire race of soldiers, far superior in height and build to the human race. They also had weaponry way beyond what Amy and Thomas now possessed. Their weapon was little more than a pea shooter against a tank cannon.

But the visitors didn't factor in battling the indomitable human spirit. The ability to morph and change as circumstances arose. To learn from mistakes and develop their experience. Amy heard that the smaller towns were becoming harder for the visitors to dominate as groups of resistance used guerrilla tactics to survive. She had also heard that the resistance were winning battles with the visitors own weapons. Adapt and survive.

Her senses twitched as one of the four stopped dead in his tracks, directly under the tree they were now encamped in. He issued orders for the other three to fan out. He sensed something. Amy turned to Thomas and indicated to be quiet. Thunder roared overhead like barrels being rolled on concrete. About the right time to hide any noise they made.

The leader of the quartet was following his gut though. He knew there were humans here, but none of them thought of looking up. Amy and Thomas stayed hunched and folded over, with ample foliage covering them. The rain started to get heavier, coming down in sheets of warm tropical gush.

As the rain became heavier, so did the deluge coming through their camouflage. She pulled back on the slide of her Glock 45 handgun, knowing that their hideaway would become exposed. Bullets slowed them down, but didn't kill them immediately. She didn't think she had enough bullets to kill all four. She only had one more full clip - twenty-one bullets in total.

Thomas only had a stun gun, batons, one spear and a bow and arrows. She had her gun, baseball bat and a lightweight graphite snooker cue with the tip filed down to make a deadly spear. That was the last resort. The final stand.

The visitor's weapons were like an elongated devil's spiked fork, that fired an electrical charge. Amy had seen it's devastation at work. They seemed to use their weapons with various charges. On humans, they seemed to use a lower charge to bring people down and knock them unconscious. One benefit of these weapons was that they seemed to take forever to recharge.

They would then cart you away and eat you at their pleasure. If immediately hungry enough, they would feed on any human with the same savagery as a starving pack of lions.

As more leaves and branches fell from their tree rather than others, the leader eventually looked up.

He saw the underside of Thomas' white trainer. Amy knew now it was time to fight or flight.

One of the visitors fired his weapon. It shattered the bough ten feet above them, to absolute smithereens.

Another shot soon fired high and wide into the clouds. A shaft of lightening smashed to the earth, about one hundred metres away from the visitors location to the north. It scared them enough to reconsider their current mission. The leader shouted an order to continue firing at the twosome in the tree.

Amy took the opportunity to fire back. Thomas primed his bow and first few arrows. Amy nodded, indicating her assertion to fire. They both stuck their heads out and both fired in a staccato grouping.

One bullet seared through the shoulder of one of the visitors. An arrow lodged in the foot of another. A screech filled the air as another lightening bolt lit up the evening. The thunderstorm neared their location.

The visitors shot back with two quickfire rounds of charge. It shone a hue of light blue as it passed them into the sky. Their aim was being affected by the noise and distraction all around them. They weren't used to this weather.

Within minutes, Amy was out of bullets and Thomas out of arrows as the foes traded blows. Amy considered swinging and leaping from tree to tree, but the nearest bough wasn't within easy reach.

The visitors didn't seem to eager to climb the tree either. They wanted to shoot Amy and Thomas down. Another huge bolt flashed within ten metres of the visitors.

Amy prepared to use her last stand. She raised the graphite cue aloft and threw it directly at the leader.

The next bolt jolted through the flying implement and directed the ten thousand volt charge of electricity through the graphite stick.

It sliced right through the leader's skin, bone, sinew and cartilage. The other three glanced quickly at each other as Thomas raised his sharpened spear.
In the dark of the evening, it looked like another graphite cue.

They dropped their weapons and fled back toward the city. Amy and Thomas cheered loudly against the cacophony of the maelstrom above, happy that they had struck a blow for mankind.