He grabbed it and analyzed it. It had barely been tinkered with, but would take some time to readjust. He recovered his net launcher and his bio-mask. Before putting his mask on, he yanked out his ritual blade from his own chest. His neon green blood dripped from his chest as he let out a painful grunt. The Predator then put his mask back on and immediately had better vision, but certainly not the best. He turned to face the Serpent once more, curious of how different it seemed to be from that of a normal one.