[If there's one thing Ripley is grateful for, it's the fact that this stranger also happens to have a flamethrower.
The scarecrow continues to lumber forward, its arms flailing and flapping like one of those inflatable car dealership noodle men as it attempts to smother its own flames. It would almost be comical if not for the razor-sharp sickle in its hand and the way it continues to march menacingly towards the two of them. Ripley scoops up the flamethrower in her arms, balancing it with her limbs and pointing it back at the scarecrow. A grimace. A scream--]
Burn, you son of a bitch!
[The remaining crows fly off, trying to avoid being burned by the cone of fire that erupts from the barrel. The cloth covering the scarecrow's face blackens and disintegrates, revealing more burning straw beneath. Thick black smoke billows out from the blaze.
Breathing heavily, Ripley continues to back away. For a moment, it looks as if the scarecrow has been defeated. She relaxes her grip on the flamethrower slightly, slowing her pace. As the burning pile crumples to the ground, however, it lifts its arm and heaves the sickle at Ripley.]
Jesus--! Watch out!
[She dives to the ground, and the sickle sails past her, closing in on Childs' face.]
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The scarecrow continues to lumber forward, its arms flailing and flapping like one of those inflatable car dealership noodle men as it attempts to smother its own flames. It would almost be comical if not for the razor-sharp sickle in its hand and the way it continues to march menacingly towards the two of them. Ripley scoops up the flamethrower in her arms, balancing it with her limbs and pointing it back at the scarecrow. A grimace. A scream--]
Burn, you son of a bitch!
[The remaining crows fly off, trying to avoid being burned by the cone of fire that erupts from the barrel. The cloth covering the scarecrow's face blackens and disintegrates, revealing more burning straw beneath. Thick black smoke billows out from the blaze.
Breathing heavily, Ripley continues to back away. For a moment, it looks as if the scarecrow has been defeated. She relaxes her grip on the flamethrower slightly, slowing her pace. As the burning pile crumples to the ground, however, it lifts its arm and heaves the sickle at Ripley.]
Jesus--! Watch out!
[She dives to the ground, and the sickle sails past her, closing in on Childs' face.]