Strife turned to watched the other hunters trod off with their undeserved trophies. Those humanoid creatures, while closer to Strife's size than any of the other creatures here, posed little threat without any weapons. While Strife had no problem with killing, he followed the hunter's code, to a certain degree. He only killed for three reasons: protection, food, or if it presented a challenge. Which these creatures, singularly, did not. These Unblooded were obviously forced from the home world for wanton blood-lust. 

Strife had been unblooded due to the fact that he killed another hunter. He was with a small group of hunters on a safari on a planet populated with giant behemoths. Strife was in a heated battle with one of the beasts. They had both taken a severe beating as the beast leaped on top of Strife. Strife caught the creature mid jump and they both tumbled on the ground. Strife ended up on top of the beast and prepared to plunge his wrist blades into the beast's head, when another hunter shot the best in the head, killing him. Strife flew into a frenzy. His kill had been stolen. Before the other hunter could react, strife had buried his wrist blades deep into the others chest. As the hunter layed dying, Strife knew he would be executed for his crimes. So he quickly took the ship and flew to this planet, and sent the ship flying back to his planet.

Strife continued observing the hunters. He hadn't had a real hunt in many ages. His heart quickened at the idea of testing his mettle against an adversary closer to his skill level. Something caught the eye of one of the hunters and he left the other two and walked towards a small deer, obviously injured. The hunter sprang on top of it and snapped its neck. It then went back to follow the other hunters. It hadn't planned on eating it, but killed it because it could.

Strife had seen enough of this meaningless killing. Strife jumped from the tree he was observing the creatures from and landed directly behind the hunter. It turned quickly and Strife buried his wrist blades deep in the hunter's gut. The hunter howled with pain as Strife uncloaked so the hunter could see who had killed him. It raised its hand and extended its wrist blades and started to bring them down to slice Strife in half. Strife quickly grabbed the hunter's arm, stopping it mid swing. He then took his wrist blades and pulled them diagonally through the hunter's gut and through its arm. The hunter fell back, dead, as Strife still had its detached arm in his other hand.

The other hunters turned around to see what the commotion was about. They ran back, but were too late. All that remained of their companion was a body with two large gashes in its stomach, with both its head and arm missing. They hissed at the woods as they cloaked. They began scanning the area, but Strife had already made his way back to his camp, being so familiar with this planet. The hunters looked at each other and decided to quickly leave this place.