I'm gonna add spears, and I'm gonna call the regular predator the arbitrator.
The arbitrator rolls backward and springs to his feet crouching like a panther. Not bad, he thinks. He has tracked and killed bad bloods before, most of them make for poor sport, but this rogue is promising. The bad blood makes a blindingly fast lunge at the arbitrator's midsection Fast though it is, the arbitrator's combat-honed reflexes drive it aside with a deft parry of his own spear. Using the momenturm from his swinging spear, the arbitrator uses the other end of his spear to sweep his opponent off his feet.