Littlefoot, Richard, Charlotte, Ducky and Petrie continued their trek through the mysterious beyond. Darkness had long since fallen and they were starting to have trouble seeing. Ambushes were also fairly common, though Richard thwarted both of them with his Benelli M3 Tactical Shotgun and Krav Maga skills.
"See a place to settle down yet?" Richard asked. He was already growing tired and grumpy.
"I can't see a thing." Littlefoot answered.
"God dammit…" Reaching for his Bianchi Tactical Holster, Richard pulled out his Sig Sauer P226 MK25 and switched on the tac light attached to the weapon system. "Everything is out to get us tonight. EVERY FUCKING THING!"
"Calm down now Richard." Charlotte comforted Richard. "Keep your sanity together."
"I get ya." Richard pointed his pistol to the right and spots a nearby cave with the help of the tac light attached to his pistol. "Cave. We can rest there."
The four friends walked into the cave. It was eerily quiet, too quiet for some of them. Pretty soon, they figured out why.
"Get down!" Littlefoot whispered.
"Stay behind this piece of cover." Richard calmly ordered. "Charlotte ready your musket. I'll be flanking this motherfucker."
"Flanking? Are you out of your mind?" Charlotte thought Richard was nuts. "We don't even know whatever made that sound is."
"It's a hiss." Richard replied. "Which means it is a reptile of sorts."
"And?"
"Pretty easy to face…" Richard shook his head in frustration. "Just get down and hide, shoot him if necessary."
Shining his weapon light towards a concealed path, Richard gave the others a clue of where he was going before running off into the darkness.
Using the top of the boulder they were taking cover behind as a support for her musket, Charlotte scanned the area for threats, hoping to find whoever made that hissing sound. Before long, she spotted her target: a Dimetrodon 75 yards in front of her.
"Richard was right…" Charlotte muttered to herself. "It was a reptile."
Charlotte lined up the sights of her Brown Bess Musket on the Dimetrodon and pulled the trigger. A loud gunshot report thundered through the area accompanied by a smoke cloud from Charlotte's position.
When the smoke cleared, Charlotte was horrified to find that she had missed her target due to the musket's inaccuracy. With a loud snarl, the Dimetrodon prepared to charge her when Richard emerged from behind.
"Hey asshole!" Richard yelled. "Behind you!"
Richard quickly aligned the sights of his Sig Sauer P226 MK25 pistol on the Dimetrodon as it turned around. With a swift double tap(two quick shots)to the head, he downed the Dimetrodon.
"Target neutralized." Richard decocked his pistol and placed it back in his Bianchi Tactical Holster. "And that's how you deal with them."
"That look on your face." Charlotte commented. "Emotionless and cold."
"You can't show an ounce of emotion when you're killin." Richard replied. "That my father taught me."
"Hunters I see." Charlotte remarked.
Richard raised his hand and waved it in large horizontal circles, by now everyone had understood that particular military signal and they all gathered around him.
"Let's g…" A scream from within the cave interrupted Richard. "What was that?"
"Sounds like somebody is screaming." Ducky said.
Turning in the direction of the screams, Richard noticed Cera running towards them, seemingly trying to escape something or someone. They all jumped out of the way as Cera rams into the Dimetrodon carcass.
"Cera!" Littlefoot exclaimed. "It's you!"
Cera panted and caught her breath before pushing Littlefoot away. "Get off me!"
"Well you look frightened." Richard impishly commented. "Frightened by a predator? Theropod perhaps."
"Me? Frightened?" Cera laughs Richard's statement off. "You should be frightened though."
"Why would you say that?" Charlotte asked.
"I… Saw… Sharptooth!" Cera exclaimed.
"Sharptooth!" Petrie clamped tightly onto Littlefoot's face while Ducky hid behind the legs of the young Apatosaurus.
"Cera! Knock it off!" Littlefoot said. "Sharptooth is dead, he fell into the big underground!"
"My father told me flat teeth had very small brains." Cera scoffed.
"Well according to my research, Triceratops like you are pretty tough." Richard shot back insensitively. "Perhaps that is why you're saying that. You want to look tough like you father."
Cera looked on at the 15 year old human male with a great deal of anger and rage. In every encounter with Littlefoot's group, he was the only one daring enough to throw the offensive words out.
"What?" Richard sneered. "Jealous of my fighting skills?"
"You are just trying to make me look bad." Cera snarled. "By saying I'm lying and all."
"That's because you are lying."
Littlefoot looked at Richard as if he just said a swear word. Though Richard was a frequent swear word user, shooting doubts at a Triceratops was a whole different animal. Only those with a death wish would call a Triceratops a liar.
"And by my calculations…" Richard acted as if he was calculating a maths question. "You are a coward."
That did it, Cera roared and charged right at Richard. But Richard's proficiency in Krav Maga was quickly demonstrated as he jumped out of the way and tackled Cera to the ground.
"Fail." Richard taunted.
Cera regained her footing and charged Richard once again but is instead sent flying. She hits the opposite side of a plank Ducky was standing on and slingshots her into the air.
All eyes were on the little Saurolophus as she flew through the air screaming. She disappeared into the cave.
"Oh great…" Richard sighed. "Come on, let's go find her."
