Hey that's me

< toppled over, landing squarely on Superman. The Yautja leapt on the trunk, using its own weight to try and pin the man of steel down.
"Yautja are honor-bound, so unless you wish to be displayed up on a mantle, surrender."
Kal's own voice being parroted back became annoying, especially now.

A bolt rang out again, the hot plasma striking not Superman,but instead a large oak tree. It both set it ablaze, and tore apart the bottom half, sending splinters of singed wood and burning tinders around. The tree began to list to one side. As the Yautja began to run towards Superman, the tree >

<Again the beastly visitor encircled the Kryptonian, this time scanning his blades with some sort of red light.
The voice called out.

"After I end this, I assure you; your kin will be spared from the hunt. Honor bound, We."

The figure aimed the laser sight, oddly enough, just past him.

The beast was caught off guard by the speed of his foe, but it wasn't anything it couldn't handle. The Hunter placed it's hands on Superman's neck, then flung him over his back like a Judo throw.
Seemed a diplomatic approach would work here. Yet. >

< He swiped at the Kryptonian, the dual gauntlet blades making a ringing sound as they struck the symbol of hope emblazoned on Superman.
"Kryptonian, a worthy trophy." The mask blurted out, Clarks own distorted voice commanding him.

Bold demands, considering who the Yautja is up against.

The Hunter growled and clicked more, arms splayed out and crouched again. It encircled Superman, slowly. As if sizing up the right angle of attack. "Yes, talk. Gives me time." The beast thought.
His blood pumped just that bit faster, the thrill of the hunt now in play. >

The Hunter approached slowly, hunched over slightly, fingers splayed out. Once again the mandibles clicked, the beast standing upright, almost... Mimicking the squared up stance. A plasma bolt rang out soaring through the air... And then fizzling off the Hero.
The beast tilted its head, confused.

Strangely his own voice was parroted back at him.
"Anyone there?" It was heavily filtered and lowered in pitch. The laser guide finally made its way to Superman's chest. It seemed locked on to it, from the darkness. Out of which, stepped the Yautja.

"No... One... Here."

The Hunter watched from the trees, his visor scanning the Hero.

"Species: Kryptonian. Threat: High."

The hunter's mandibles clicked under his mask, as the laser guide slowly tracked along the ground towards Superman.

< remained cloaked until the Kryptonian's foot landed upon one of the long landing struts of the shop.

The cloak, once disturbed seemed to be a honeycomb pattern. Whoever built the ship or owned it, was technologically advanced. The ground beneath it was still hot from the thrusters...