Old Wounds
Pterano quivered in fear, he crouched behind Bron's neck to hide from the deadly predator. He'd never actually seen the Sharptooth before, only heard stories about his power and rampages. But seeing him now, Pterano could see where all the rumors came from. Sharptooth snarled, a growl rumbled in his throat. His claws scrapped across the rocks as he prepared to attack.
"You." Bron said, his voice dripping with hate. He slammed his tail against the ground, making the earth shake. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." He tilted his head back to address Pterano, his eyes never leaving Sharptooth. "Pterano," he said, "go find my son and tell him and his friends to run."
Pterano stuttered, "Yes… yes… of course! Absolutely." He took off and flew as fast as he could, his wings beating up and down at a blinding pace, leaving Bron to face the Sharptooth alone.
Bron glared intently at the predator. "You're him, aren't you? The sharptooth that killed my mate and has tormented my son all these years?"
"So that runt is your hatchling, is he?" Sharptooth growled. "And you just sent the flyer to warn him. Tell me where he is and step aside, and I will spare your life, Long neck."
"Not going to happen." Bron snapped without a beat.
"Then you have chosen your own fate." Sharptooth charged for Bran, mouth agape and teeth barred.
Bron reared on his hind legs out of reach of Sharptooth's snapping jaws. He threw his weight down at the Sharptooth, swinging his head like a club and catching the powerful carnivore across the face.
The impact hardly deterred Sharptooth. He slashed at Bron with his talons, missing the longneck by mere inches. Swinging his tail with a great force, Bron sent Sharptooth railing across the ground. The carnivore crashed to the ground.
Sharptooth quickly righted himself. With blazing speed he closed his jaws around Bron's front leg, his teeth sinking into the longneck's flesh. Bron screamed in pain, he tried to pull back but the predator held firm. With a quick yank, Sharptooth threw Bron off balance, sending the mighty dinosaur crashing to the earth.
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Pterano's chest muscles burned with each flap of his wings. Behind him the sounds of Sharptooth and Bron fighting were plain to hear. He looked over his shoulder, stealing a glance of the fight.
He saw another sharptooth appear, a younger, deep purple one, but nearly as large as the first. Pterano knew it wasn't going to end well for Bron if that sharptooth also choose to attack. He needed to hurry. Ahead he saw the small band of leaf eaters, his nephew and all his friends. He flew down overhead, flapping his wings and screeching. "Littlefoot!" He shouted. "You need to leave now!"
"What's going on?" Littlefoot called.
"It's the Sharptooth!" Pterano yelled. "He's here! Your father is holding him off, but you and your friends need to get out of here now!"
"What!?" Littlefoot all but screamed. "No! Dad!" He took off running. "Petrie, how far away are they?"
Petrie took off, rising up into the sky. "This way, Littlefoot!"
Littlefoot ran as fast as he could. His feet thundered across the ground with each step. Sharptooth was here, and now his father was fighting for his life against him. Why did he have to say what he did? If he didn't hurry, he may never get the chance to say anything to him ever again.
"Littlefoot, wait up!" Cera called. She raced after him; Ducky, Spike, and Ali right behind her.
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Bron fell to the ground. His front leg was a net of blood from shoulder to foot. His right eye was swollen, he had a deep gash in his left thigh, and deep bite marks on his tail. He panted for breath, drops of blood fell from his lips. Sharptooth pressed his clawed feet down on Bron's chest, holding him in place. "I will admit," Sharptooth growled, "You are the first longneck since Doc, and before him your mate, to put up a decent fight. But this is all over now."
Lips pulled back, Sharptooth lunged forward for the kill. Bron winced and turned away. This was it, the end. Just before Sharptooth could strike, a huge dinosaur slammed into him and sent the carnivore cascading across the ground. Bron opened his eyes hesitantly and saw his rescuer.
Sharptooth kicked in the air and twisted himself over, standing back up and snarling. At that moment he came face to face with his prey. Littlefoot stood over his Bron, he stared intently at Sharptooth. "Littlefoot," Bron said, "what are you doing here? I wanted you to get out of here!"
"Not going to happen, Dad." Littlefoot said. "This is my fight. Sharptooth's been after me all this time, it's time to end it." He stepped past Bron and approached Sharptooth, swinging his tail back and forth threateningly.
Cera, Ali, Ducky, Petrie, Spike, and Pterano came over the small hill crest and came upon the scene. Littlefoot staring down Sharptooth and Bron laying bleeding and broken a few yards away. "Littlefoot! Hold on, we're coming to help!" Cera shouted. She hadn't taken two steps when another sharptooth cut her off. It roared in her face, startling her. The younger sharptooth snarled. It didn't take much for Cera to realize who it was. "Chomper? Is that you?"
"None of you will move from this spot." Chomper growled. A nasty scar wove its way over his right eye from his blood oath.
"Chomper, what are you doing?" Ducky stepped forward. She only got a roar in response.
"This is a personal matter for both of them." Chomper snarled.
Sharptooth hissed and growled, sizing up his opponent. "You finally decided to come out and face me."
Littlefoot snorted. "You killed my mother. My Grandma, my mentor, and best friend's father. You are nothing but a monster, and the world would be better off with you dead."
"If you really think you can, then try it." Sharptooth charged.