[ WP ] A warrior from a planetary culture with literally no concept of surrender or quarter sits detained in a POW camp .

How long she was out, Felina had no idea. When she came to, she was laying on the floor of a dim and dusty little hovel. It was cold, and her scant warrior's clothing did little to protect her. She sat up with a grunt, and her head swam in protest, throbbing with the ache of the injury that had rendered her unconscious. The back of her head was matted with dried blood, and she thought she felt a patch of missing flesh. Moderately irritated, she clambered to her bare feet ( where were her boots? ) and inspected the shack. 
 
 She was alone, except for a human child squatting in the corner. The child was staring at her with wide, guarded eyes. Felina sneered. 
 
 `` Human child,'' she barked, `` where am I?'' The child flinched and buried his face in his arms. 
 
 `` Insolent snipe!'' she exclaimed, taking a few steps toward the child. `` Your elder has asked you a question! Where am I? Who are you? What is this silent place?'' 
 
 `` Prison,'' the child said simply, face still hidden in his arms. Felina's eyes narrowed in suspicion and irritation. It was clear that she would get no more information from the child, so she turned away and stalked toward the door. The door already stood halfway open, permitting gloomy daylight to enter the shack. As Felina exited, another prisoner sitting against the shack caught sight of her and tried to choke back a scream, and started scrambling away from her in the dirt. 
 
 Felina was, in Earth terms, nearly eight feet tall, and had spent a lifetime training for physical combat. Her physique was vaguely catlike, with extremely large haunches meant for leaping and sprinting, a slightly squashed nose, and wide, eerie, red eyes. Her skin was smooth and an unsettling, unnatural pale pink color. Her grey-green hair was drawn back tight into a queue at the back of her head. She wore a loincloth and a vest, and her arms and chest were covered in obscene tattoos. Someone had confiscated her weapons, boots, and adornments while she was unconscious; it would surely have never happened otherwise. 
 
 `` Human!'' she cried, advancing on him with a threatening crouch, `` Stop! You must tell me where I am.'' 
 
 `` I-I-I-I-I do n't know!'' the man whimpered, tears of terror filling his eyes. Felina's fingers curled and her deadly sharp nails menaced. The man noticed, and cast about for an answer. `` I-I, I mean, we're in prison, but I do n't know where!'' 
 
 `` What is this *Prizzunn*?'' Felina repeated the word experimentally. `` Is this your country?'' 
 
 `` N-no,'' the man seemed baffled, `` it's... it's... when... when you're captured and-'' 
 
 `` *CAPTURED!? *'' Felina roared. She drew herself up to her full height, her hand instinctively reaching for the place where her knife was usually holstered. `` What is the meaning of this?'' 
 
 `` I-I-I-you... I guess... you... were unconscious... so they brought you back to the camp?'' The man cringed as Felina drew back from him. She began to laugh. 
 
 `` Foolish humans! Soft, weak, feeble-minded creatures!'' she cackled, `` I do not know the meaning of this strategy, but it is very foolish indeed to bring such a powerful enemy as Felina of Astor into your camp!'' Felina flexed her hand and her arm shot out, ripping a ragged hole in the man's throat. Her hand closed and she ripped out a chunk of esophagus and the trachea. The man fell to the ground, thrashing and beating the ground with his fist. Felina stamped her heel against the man's temple until it caved in and he died. 
 
 `` *WHERE ARE THE SOLIDERS?'' she bellowed, pouncing about in a frenzy. There were few prisoners outside the hovels, they had all heard about the alien's capture and hidden inside. Most had an idea that the Astorean would be violent, though the camp guards had provided relatively little information. 
 
 `` *WHERE ARE THE GENERALS AND COMMANDERS? WHAT IS THIS PLACE OF SILENCE? THIS IS NOT WAR, THIS IS LEISURE! *'' The bloodlust was upon Felina now as she licked the bits of gore from her hands. Finally, she came upon a fence, and on the other side, three armed military personnel. She cackled with glee and started scaling the fourteen-foot high fence. At the top, she disregarded the razor wire but grabbed a live electric wire. The shock seared the skin of her hand and the man's blood and sent Felina flying backwards into the dirt. 
 
 The soldiers watched with uncertain amusement. No one knew much about these warlike aliens, and so far they seemed impossibly strong. Nevertheless, the electric fence seemed to have taken her down a notch. One of them chuckled quietly. 
 
 `` Does this amuse you?'' Felina said from the ground in a dangerously coy tone. Her eyes opened and fixed on the soldier who had laughed. She got to her feet again, apparently now unfazed by the massive electric shock she had just endured. She approached the fence closest to the soldier who had laughed, and gripped the chainlink with both hands. At first, nothing happened, but as the seconds ticked by, it seemed that Felina was straining. Her whole body began to tremble, and then the fence began to break away from the armature. The soldiers leapt backward, arming themselves with their rifles. 
 
 `` Surrender or we'll shoot!'' one of them said, his voice quaking with terror. Felina stepped over the fence boundary. 
 
 `` What is this *surrender*?'' Her voice was almost mocking. 
 
 `` It... it means give up! Stop walking! Stand where you are with your hands in the air or I'll be forced to kill you!'' 
 
 Felina laughed again, long and hard, her animal face turned up to the sky. `` It is YOUR folly to bring an Astorean warrior in to your territory, stupid human! And now you ask me not to fight?'' Her face leveled, and she spat forcefully, landing saliva in the soldier's face. He screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in agony as the acid and poison ate away at his skin. The other two soldiers stood their ground, and Felina leapt forward, landing on the nearest of the two and pinning him to the ground. She tore open his throat with her teeth, then pierced his chest with her hand and ripped out his heart. The other soldier, frozen in terror, only managed to fire the gun twice, but the bullet in Felina's shoulder seemed about as effective as a mosquito bite. She rounded and attacked the other soldier, killing him in a matter of seconds. 
 
 No other soldiers were around. She bounded off, heading for a massive building not far away bearing the legend, `` LANGLEY.''
