Match 35: Gaw (Cerberus) vs Gaw (Female) vs Vastatosaurus Rex vs SkullCrawlers vs Tyrannosaurus
Skull Island. 1934.
It has been long since the island has seen the last of its beloved god, Kong. Too long. Under Kong's rule, Skull Island was an island of horror and darkness but also balance and harmony. Since the dawn of time, the humanity which live on the island had taken Kong as their god. Their true king. That was before their island was discovered by pale humans from another land. One of the pale non-believers, a true blonde woman, was considered worthy to be sacrificed to Kong and bring happiness to the tribe outside of the gargantuan wall. Everything went wrong after that. The blonde outsider fled and the tribe's only god and their greatest magic was taken from them by the outsiders. Many of the tribe were either devastated or relieved to have their god gone. However, the island has become disturbed. Chaos sprung from the surface as the wild of the island has become a hot spot of anarchy. Without a god or a king to rule the island, the balance can not be restored.
This is certain: Skull Island must have a new god.
Somewhere in the wilderness of the god-forsaken island, one such disturbance has occurred. A few trees in the jungle suddenly shake and creak as birds flee from a beast charging through the endless forest. Beneath the tall trees, something big chases a much smaller creature. The small creature bursts out of the jungle, fleeing for its life from the roar of a larger predator. The large predatory creature is more of a humongous crocodile-like reptile. Its small eyes widen when the huge shape of the monster thrusts its jaws forward, trapping the smaller carnivore. Helpless, the Foetodon cries in agony and danger as the huge theropod lifts the squirming lizard in its jaws. The dinosaur gives a loud crunch in its mighty jaws, and the large lizard squirms no more. The lifeless Foetodon is now lunch for the large dinosaur Vastatosaurus Rex.
To this day, the Vastatosaurus has been enjoying the life without any giant ape being the self-proclaimed god. Whether he would be a new god or not, he could care less. Word is that the old god is gone, taken by the small mammals. That was after the great ape killed his fellow predators and left him hanging in vines. As days go by, the god is assumed to be either dead or moved on. It brings him no different attitude. He is the last Vastatosaurus as far as he is concerned, but Skull Island is and always will be the land in which he and other predators will flourish. What makes it any different if the god Kong is gone? Despite his opinions on this matter, many other large predators have been attempting to rise to become a new god. A new creature worthy of worship from the small mammals outside of the wall. Snapping his jaws, the dinosaur takes in the torso of the lizard as he strolls down his personal game trail. Stepping over the ferns and trampled trees, the Vastatosaurus could not help but have a feeling. A feeling that the island, without Kong, will fall into chaos.
With the sunlight reflecting from his alligator skin, the large dinosaur stops to notice a sudden movement. His small eyes scan the bushes and ferns being moved and snaps of twigs could be heard before he finally sees shapes of smaller dinosaurs sprinting through the jungle. These small dinosaurs look a lot like the raptors he had seen once or twice. Except their heads and overall skins are completely different. Unlike the more box-shape of the raptors he knew, their heads are more leaner and broader. And their bodies are covered in some kind of white fur or feathers. Seeing them sprinting and cawing at each other as they travel up north, this puts the Vastatosaurus into curiosity. What they are and what they would do intrigues him. However, as he chomps into more of the unfortunate lizard, he feels a sudden drop of one of his toes.
As he looks down, he falls in shock to see a huge gaping hole in the earth. It must have been made by the small outsiders, and he could tell that it had a serious consequence. The hole in the earth is deep, within some kind of cavern structure made by some creature. What kind of creature would make this is unknown to him, but he decides that it would be best to hunt this thing down.
Out in the marshlands of the island, another predator roams about. The swampy land of shallow water and ugly green is disturbed by the splashing of feet stomping into the swamps. The thick fog slowly cracks by the sunlight to reveal the shape of an old resident of the island. More ancient than the Vastatosaurus or as the former god Kong, the gargantuan Tyrannosaurus stands tall above all else in the swamp land. The dark grey animal walks upright, unlike most predators on the island, and much of the dinosaur's body is built to overpower a large prey rather than chasing after any smaller creatures. Nowadays, the Tyrannosaurus has his personal favorites: The Triceratops and the Sker Buffalo. Triceratops are species that make him hunt for hours in jungles and force him to waste energy fighting. However, the marshlands are where it is at to hunt for a good amphibious buffalo. The only nuisance to hunt a Sker Buffalo is that they have developed the survival mechanism to stay underwater and be kept in camouflage. Fortunately for the ancient predator, he has experience on telling the difference.
The large predator lowers his huge head to allow one of his abnormally-long arms to scratch his jaw. The length of these arms is quite different from his prior Tyrannosaur family and even the neighbor species, the Vastatosaurus. This, in which, gives Skull Island's Tyrannosaurus another advantage. The large predator gives out a growl of relief before he lowers his arms. His small claws flex before closing into average motions. These advantages matter little when compared to a great ape like Kong. At least one of his kind was brutally killed by Kong when trying to devour a small mammal. If it was the case that Kong is still on the island, the Tyrannosaurus would not even dare roam around this often. Now that the great ape is gone, the only dilemma the predator has is what is for lunch.
The great Tyrannosaurus stops, making a loud splash in the swamp water. His eyes narrow, his nostrils flare and his sense of smell kicks in. This is a smell that the Tyrannosaurus knows too well; a smell of blood. Something was killed just recently, and scent is not the only evidence to this fact. As he looks down, he is caught in surprise to see crimson rivers streaming around his feet. Blood. Looking ahead, he could barely see much in the fog that looms over the borders of the marshlands. He will have to venture forth into the swamps. Perhaps this is evidence to a wounded animal, which would make his killing so much easier.
Filling the foggy air with sounds of his feet splashing in the swamp, the Tyrannosaurus waits after every five steps. After each of those five steps, he lowers his head to sniff the bloodied water. He is getting warmer in his course. Despite the blood being cold for a while, some warmth in it still remains. There can be two conclusions the Tyrannosaurus could make: either the Sker Buffalo is still wounded and hopes to hide from predators or it has already been killed. His brows lower when he gets a different scent. He was not able to have it before, but he has it now. A scent of something...unfamilar.
The Tyrannosaurus slowly makes a stop. As his tail slowly slithers left and right, his gut gives him an aching feeling of danger. This scent is completely foreign to him, but there is also the scent of the buffalo. He creeps closer, letting the sunlight illuminate through the fog. Eventually, his eyes narrow to see the shape of a Sker Buffalo lying on the marshland. The huge body of the animal is a fuse of brown of its fur and green of the swamp around it. Its large, curved horns rest on the top of the animal's head. As the Tyrannosaurus steps forward to investigate, he notices that some parts of the animal are still moving. When he looks at the eyes of the buffalo, they look as dull and lifeless as the swamp around them. This, as he can tell, is proof of the latter conclusion.
The movements under the dead body suddenly cease, only to be replaced by sounds of crunches and tears. The next thing the Tyrannosaurus witnesses is a grotesque shape of a small creature crawling out of the open cavity. Dark grey flesh is what he could see covering the small, frail form. Two long limbs pull out of the open corpse, showing sets of claws that are set in four digits each. As the Tyrannosaurus scans them, these limbs almost seem to function as both arms and legs. Pale, bony protrusions of a spine and rib cage run down the creature's back. A long tail slithers left and right, occasionally whipping into the swamp water. The last thing, and the thing that disturbs the Tyrannosaurus to most, is the pointy head of the creature. The pointy head is as pale-white as a skull of a dolphin, with a pair of black sockets that act as eyes. The Tyrannosaurus growls as he steps forward, recognition flaring in his eyes. He knows this creature all too well. This is a deathly monster that both him and Kong have sought to eliminate whenever they threaten the island.
A Skullcrawler.
The frail creature quickly takes notice of the larger predator. The Skullcrawler hisses when it opens its jaws slightly, giving a warning to the Tyrannosaurus. The Tyrannosaurus, however, only glares down at it. This Skullcrawler is the very thing Kong was born to destroy. And this one is in the only meal he could get in this marshland. Stomping forward, the Tyrannosaurus roars at the Skullcrawler in anger. He curls his upper lip, revealing his sharp teeth, and the small Skullcrawler slowly backs away. Seeing this gives the old dinosaur a sense of pride...until he hears a new sound from behind him. When he turns, he growls when he sees another Skullcrawler creeping behind him. The creature reveals its hook-like teeth as it lets out a screech. The Tyrannosaurus stands his ground when he realizes their plan, preparing his jaws and arms for the defense.
This is going to be more effort than an old dinosaur could handle.
Not far from the marshland, the mighty shape of a former god looms through the dark forest. The blood-red skin and the dark yellow eyes of Gaw would differentiate her from her surroundings. As the saurian god's head breaks out of the shrubs of the trees, her face is revealed by the sunlight. A spike protrudes from each of its cheeks, along with many spikes across its eyebrow ridges. Running down its nose also sports a row of spikes, and its chin has many small feathers that resemble a beard. The female predator is an abnormally-large Deathrunner, which is why she was accepted as the leader of the Deathrunners. She would always have them as her loyal pack. They would hunt, kill and spy on the life of Skull Island as she sees fit.
However, something has been wrong. She has been calling for her loyal Deathrunners. Only a few answered her call and recognized her as their alpha, but not all of them. To be fair, of course, she has been exiled from the island for as long as she could remember. There is a possibility that most would hardly recognize their god. There was a thought that they were slowly being hunted by the wildlife of the island, but she knew better. None of them would hunt into the dark trenches or the flourishing jungles without her say-so. As she uses her long and humanoid arms to push the trees aside, she allows her few Deathrunner followers to stroll ahead. She watches as her servants find the footprints of her missing Deathrunners. The small predators lower their heads, sniffing the trail, before they pop their heads back up and sprint down the flatten ferns. They have caught the scent of their comrades.
Gaw lets her saurian lips curl into a smile; of course they have.
Even as her servants quickly move to follow the scent, Gaw strolls down the jungle in a rather average pace. Even when she loses them, they will call out to her. The only thing she cares is them following that trail.
The Tyrannosaurus turns left and right at the snarling and hissing Skullcrawlers. At any second, these smaller but faster nightmares will be upon him. That is if the old dinosaur does not have the energy or the reflex to repel them just as quickly. With his tail slithering left and right, the carnivore watches every move made by the death-looking reptiles. Every yank of their tail. Every snap of their jaws. Every stomp of their petty feet.
In a quick instant, the Skullcrawlers sprint and pounce at the Tyrannosaurus, but the dinosaur already knows what to do. As the old predator whips his tail to smack away one of the devils, he snaps his jaws at the other. As one of the Skullcrawlers splashes into the swamp water, the other cries out when the dinosaur's mighty jaws clamp onto its arm. Despite the creature desperately clawing at the dinosaur's snout, trying to scratch out his eye, the Tyrannosaurus thrashes his head in a quick but savage pace. The Skullcrawler screams as the teeth of the predator crunches deep into its arm; even breaking the bone. The first Skullcrawler quickly gets back to its feet, however, and moves to save its fellow creature. The Skullcrawler pounces onto the Tyrannosaurus's back, and it uses its sharp claws to cut into the dinosaur's side.
Feeling the monster tearing into his hide, the Tyrannosaurus throws the second Skullcrawler over the marshland. As he lets the creature's body crash into the swamp, he roars at the Skullcrawler gnarling at his side. With a step to the side, he allows himself to fall side-first into the shallow water, hoping to crush the creature under his weight. Quickly seeing the Tyrannosaur falling, the Skullcrawler swiftly leaps off of the dinosaur, and it pounces onto the dinosaur once he was down. Unfortunately, the Tyrannosaur was ready. Right as the Skullcrawler lands onto his belly, he uses one of his mighty legs to kick it off. He slowly rises to his feet, finding that one Skullcrawler has crashed back into wet land and the other limping away. His claws flex as he strolls over to the wounded Skullcrawler. He will have to settle with the frail abominations before he takes a real meal.
The wounded Skullcrawler screeches at its fellow creature, limping desperately to escape the approaching doom that is the Tyrannosaurus. The dinosaur slightly opens his jaws, seeming to prepare to roar. However, both of them hear a sudden, different roar from the jungle behind the Skullcrawler. The frail creature looks back to see the shrubbery rattle and separate for the massive shape of the Vastatosaurus to come forth.
Stepping forward, the Vastatosaurus looks up to notice the small creature and the Tyrannosaurus. With the foot of the Foetodon still exposed between the predator's jaws, the dinosaur only stares down at the weak reptile. This is the creature that escaped from the earth. A frail creature at beast, but it will do. Letting the last of the Foetodon to be swallowed, the alligator-skinned dinosaur quickly moves forward to take the opportunity. However, he stops when he looks up at the Tyrannosaurus advancing forward, seeming to want a taste as well. He stomps forward and roars at the ancient dinosaur, and the Tyrannosaur stops with a look of uncertainty.
Now, it is a standoff between the Vastatosaurus and the Tyrannosaurus, with the wounded Skullcrawler in middle. The Tyrannosaur will have none of this, and he stands highly upright as he stomps forward. Making himself look larger than the Vastatosaurus, he roars down at the younger predator. Despite the act of intimidation, the Vastatosaurus looks down at the Skullcrawler and then back up at the Tyrannosaur. In the past, both species would coexist for the sake of hunting these frail and vile creatures. Unfortunately, the Vastatosaurus's ignorance of the Skullcrawler and his own instincts throw that idea out the window long before this day.
Seeing that the Skullcrawler tries to limp away, the Vastatosaurus makes his decision. Screw it! He quickly lunges forward to clamp his jaws around the Skullcrawler, his sharp teeth immediately piercing the frail thing's body. Right as he yanks the Skullcrawler out of the bog water, the Tyrannosaurus clamps his jaws onto the body as well. Both mighty predators pull hard on the screaming Skullcrawler, each trying to yank it out of the other's teeth. Loud splashes and spilling blood is all that rewards the two large theropods fighting over the Skullcrawler. The screaming of the Skullcrawler ceases, but it is soon replaced by sounds of cracks and tears. Suddenly, the body snaps like a rope, and both predators stagger back when the Skullcrawler is ripped in two.
Over a hill that borders the jungle, the Deathrunners that have been following the trail have sniffed their way to here. As they stop to look out to their destination, they sense the massive form of Gaw looming above them. Stepping over the rather rocky hill, Gaw growls at the sight of an enormous cave that gapes at the side of a mountain. All of the following of this trail has led them here? Somewhere near the mouth of the cave, she can see the numbers of her servants sitting around. As if they are waiting for something. Before she could wonder what they are waiting for, she watches as the Deathrunners below pop their heads up at the direction of the mouth of the cave.
Even in this distance, Gaw could hear a savage growl from the darkness of the cave. The Deathrunners below slowly back away from the cave, giving space for the approaching massive beast. The sunlight first reveals a head of the beast, one that is almost like hers but in an orange hue. Suddenly, another head leaves the darkness; only this time in red hue like her. As the beast stomps out of the cave more, Gaw soon realises that it is not two different predators. It is two different heads! The red and orange colors of their heads and torsos are separated by a trench of flesh but joined as one. As the two-headed beast raises forth its arms, it shows to have the three digits of claws. Unlike Gaw's, which has four digits including opposable thumbs. Each of their heads is adorned with a row of spikes, and both of their spikes travel down to one center of its spine before the single row of spikes travel down to the base of its tail.
The lids of the monster's emerald-green eyes slid open, and they look down at its new servants before snapping its two sets of jaws at them. The smaller predators swifly back away as the massive Cerberus steps out of the cave completely. As the monster basks in the light of a new day, the predator that his new servants call "Gaw" growls at the plans he has. It has been long since the god Kong was gone, which makes the two-headed beast assume that Kong has been killed or moved in with the outsiders. This is the perfect opportunity for him to take the island for himself. To claim his throne as the new god of Skull Island. His two maws let out their respective roars into the morning sky, letting the entire island know that the time has come.
Up on the hill, Gaw hears the calls of the Deathrunners below. It is not the usual call of predators; it is a call of a name "Gaw". HER NAME! The remaining of her servants before her feet slowly step away when they hear an infuriated growl from their god's teeth. This abomination dares to take the loyalty of her servants, her right to take back the island, and now it has taken her name! The Deathrunners around her feet scramble when she marches down the hillside to confront this monster. There is no Gaw BUT Gaw!
The Cerberus growls, leaning down to make a few barks at his loyal subjects. The raptor-like dinosaurs listen to their god's directions, but they quickly turn their heads to another huge form. The Cerberus's two heads move up to see Gaw sternly approaching the monster's cave. Its four eyes widen in awe at the sight of such an amazing creature walking to his direction. The Deathruner follows are no different, although not recognizing her. Despite the Cerberus looking upon Gaw like a man would to an attractive woman, Gaw does not feel the same. Looking down at her followers, Gaw could not feel anything but pity. They follow an abomination and not a beast of perfection, but they soon will. Gaw curls her upper lip, exposing her bare teeth at the Cerberus. She puts the smaller raptors in shock when two claws jut out, letting out sickle-shaped claws like theirs.
The cerberus's two heads pull back when Gaw gives him a piece of her mind, letting out a savage roar of rage. The next thing that happens is too much for the Deathrunners to comprehend. Gaw sprints right at the two-headed Gaw, spreading her claws and ready to rip him to bits. Growling through his two maws, the Cerberus raises his upper body in a defensive stance. He slams his claws down upon Gaw, but Gaw is smarter than that. She allows the claws to stab into her back, and she thrusts her jaws to bite down hard on the male's calf. With a powerful pull, Gaw forces the Cerberus to scream when his own weight is turned against him. The Cerberus roars, pushing himself off the ground, but Gaw is not to attack lightly. Her jaws clamp onto the nape of the right neck, forcibly pulling the abomination up. The Cerberus uses his other jaws to snap Gaw's snout away, but Gaw holds on. The Cerberus raises a clawed hand to rake Gaw's hide, but Gaw still clamps down with all her might.
The many Deathrunners flee in fear and confusion as the titans battle at the mouth of the cave. The Cerberus finally manages to push Gaw away with one mighty leg. Her claws carving trenches into the ground in her stop, Gaw glares up at the two-headed male charging at her. The two-headed Cerberus charges at her in a more clumsy and aggressive manner than Gaw, which gives her a sneer of disgust. As she swiftly allows the brute to run past her, she wonders why her followers ever accepted him as their god. The Cerberus Gaw was lunging at her, but he finds himself crashing snouts-first into the dirt. Gaw snorts as she circles behind the cerberus. How does Kong tolerate this brute?
Blood and guts of the Skullcrawler spill into the swamp water. Vastatosaurus growls as he takes in the disgusting taste of the vile creature. The black blood leaking from the dead torso tastes interesting, but food is food. With a simple snap of his jaws, the dinosaur swallows the frail torso. The Tyrannosaur, however, crushes the torn tail between his gritted teeth. He thrashes his head right, throwing the opposite half of the Skullcrawler, before he glares at the Vastatosaurus in rage. With a roar, he snaps his jaws at the Vastatosaurus. Looking back at the old predator, the Vastatosaurus hisses through his gaping maw. He is more than ready to return the Tyrannosaur's aggression in kind. Letting out a roar, the Vastatosaurus charges to meet the Tyrannosaur in a blinding speed. The Tyrannosaur is ready for this, as he raises his longer arms before swiping one at the Vastatosaurus's face. The small claws send enough force to smack the Vastatosaurus's head aside, but the younger predator turns right back at him.
It takes more than a slap to faze him.
The Tyrannosaur grabs onto the Vastatosaurus's neck, but the predator still thrusts his jaws forward at him. The younger predator's jaws clamp onto the Tyrannosaur's neck, shark-like teeth piercing into his hide. The Tyrannosaur roars out when the Vastatosaurus bites down into his throat, and he uses a leg to kick at the predator. His clawed foot bashes against the Vastatosaurus's gut repeatedly. The Tyrannosaur thrashes as they both fall into the marshes, but the Vastatosaurus thrashes his head like a shark. Not willing to be killed by the younger predator, the old carnivore scratches into the Vastatosaurus's gut and face. Closing his small eyes shut, the Vastatosaurus clamps down harder and thrashes more.
Using his own strength to roll them both over, the Tyrannosaur finally knocks the Vastatosaurus off. As the predator's body splashes into the swamp, the ancient hunter gives out a raspy growl. The teeth of the Vastatosaurus cut deep into his neck, leaving wounds take bleed profusely. And the younger predator's strength in his jaws is stronger than the Tyrannosaur anticipated. He coughs by how powerfully the Vastatosaurus crushed his throat. In this fight, the Tyrannosaur understands his disadvantage. Compared to the Vastatosaurus, the Tyrannosaur has the experience and the strength in his legs and jaws. The Vastatosaurus, though, is younger, faster and has more teeth. He may not have the long forearms like the old predator, but the young Vastatosaurus has more developed jaws. The evidence of this is the bleeding wounds in both sides of his neck. Growling, the Tyrannosaur does not know how long he could fight this.
With an infuriated roar, the Vastatosaurus thrusts himself out of the swamp water. Using only his legs, he clumsily pushes himself to his feet. The loud splashes and a low-toned roar from the young predator catches the Tyrannosaur's attention. The Tyrannosaur quickly turns to face the Vastatosaurus, but the young carnivore is quick to the draw. The Vastatosaurus thrusts his jaws to clamp onto the old dinosaur's leg, and the Tyrannosaur roars in pain. Despite the Vastatosaurus thrashing his head like a shark, the Tyrannosaur thrusts his own jaws to bite onto the young predator's back. The old hunter bites with all that he could, but his own teeth could not pierce the Vastatosaurus's alligator-skinned back. The Vastatosaurus's teeth carve into the Tyrannosaur's ankle before he yanks out as much flesh as he could. Finally freed, the Tyrannosaur limps his wounded ankle away. However, the Vastatosaurus is never finished. Roaring, the Vastatosaurus charges with a wide-open maw. The Tyrannosaur screeches as he smacks his clawed hands down, but the Vastatosaurus gives a heavy swing of his head. The Vastatosaurus clamps his teeth into the Tyrannosaur's arm, forcing the Tyrannosaur to screech.
And the Vastatosaurus gives a mighty tug on the small arm. The Tyrannosaur screeches when he feels his arm being being pulled fiercely. He uses his other claw to smack against the Vastatosaurus's snout, clawing around his nostrils, but the younger predator would have none of it. The Vastatosaurus pulls the arm, and consequently, the Tyrannosaur instinctively rushes forward. The Tyrannosaur raises a clawed foot to rake against the Vastatosaurus's side. The claws carve into the young predator's skin, but he ignores this as he thrashes even more fierce. The Tyrannosaur screeches when the Vastatosaurus succeeds in tearing some parts of his arm off. However, the bite force and the thrashing made the arm useless. Pulling back, the Vastatosaurus lets the torn skin fall out of his jaws as he attacks again. This time, he slams his full body against the Tyrannosaur. The Tyrannosaur's body is larger and equally as built as the younger predator, but his ankle is too wounded to support the stress.
The Tyrannosaur screeches when he is forced to fall onto the marshland. His body splashes in the swamp water, and he is left defenseless to the aggressive Vastatosaurus. The Vastatosaurus roars as he charges in, clamping his jaws onto the old predator's throat. The Tyrannosaur kicks his only working foot against the Vastatosaurus's side, but the Vastatosaurus still thrashes fiercly. The Tyrannosaur tries to scratch into the younger predator's jaw with his working and broken arms, but it is all for naught. Soon, the Tyrannosaur's movements of defiance slow down. The kicking and the thrashing of his tail slowly fall still, and the Vastatosaurus decides to finish this. Using one foot to push the Tyrannosaur's head down, he tears the old predator's throat out with a splatter of blood.
The Tyrannosaur falls silent. The Vastatosaurus pulls back as he looks down at the old predator. He is rewarded with the sight of dull eyes and blood spilling into the swamp water. The Vastatosaurus chomps and swallows the torn throat, satisfied, before he turns to a noise of splashes behind him. He swiftly turns to see the second Skullcrawler retreating into the jungle. Leaving the corpse of the Tyrannosaur behind, he growls as he charges after the small creature. The last Skullcrawler he ate had an interesting taste. It is time to have more of this new cuisine.
The Cerberus Gaw roars from his two maws as he bursts from the dirt. He two pairs of eyes glare at the female Gaw. Despite her immense size, this female has no right to defy him in front of his followers. Whatever has caused her to be in this size, where ever she came from, it has come apparent that she has forgotten her place. The female creature, moving more gracefully and careful, circles around the more built male. This female is much like his followers, but she is much stronger and more perceptive. The clicking of her sickle-shaped claws against the stone irritates him more, which he figures that the female was counting on. The female is clever, that he could tell. His two brains could gather the thought of the female being a potential mate. However, this female will need to learn her place.
His two maws open wide as he roars, charging at Gaw with a thirst for dominance. Snarling through her teeth, Gaw raises a clawed hand before smacking it against one of the male's heads. The head crashes against the other, causing the Cerberus to side-step and bump against Gaw. Disgusted, Gaw wraps the orange neck of the Cerberus, and her jaws clamp onto the throat. Retaliating on her defiance, the male's red jaws try to clamp onto Gaw's forearm. When it is apparent that Gaw's hand smacks at the red face, the Cerberus takes a different measure. His three-digit claws thrust upward, grabbing onto Gaw's head, and he pulls her jaws. Realizing that this would be a hassle, Gaw decides to let go and dash away. She now knows that fighting around the mouth of the cave is not going to get her anywhere. To have an advantage, she will have to take the battle somewhere else.
The male growls through the teeth of his orange muzzle, grabbing onto the bleeding wounds of his neck. Before he could retaliate, Gaw turns to smack her tail against his red head. The Cerberus snarls at Gaw, and she replies by running off from the cave. Confused, he watches the female Deathrunner run up the hill. Before he could have a sense of confidence, he is caught off guard when Gaw roars defiance at him again. In a sense of logic, the Cerberus would realize that Gaw is obviously baiting him into a new playing field. A place where she is the apex. However, his rage towards her gets the better of him, and he charges after Gaw. Grinning, Gaw runs down the other side of the hill-with the male in hot pursuit. His claws clenching onto the grass and dirt, the Cerberus Gaw snarls. He pushes himself down the hill with his legs, being even closer to the female in their chase. Like a bulldozer chasing a motorcycle, the Cerberus chases the female right into the jungle. He ignores the leaves and the branches smacking and snapping against his two heads.
It is when he notices that he is no longer chasing the female. He stops in the open space of the jungle when he sees that the female has vanished. His two heads scan the surroundings around him, but the female is nowhere to be seen. He frowns that trees are not the only things that surround him. When his orange head looks up, he starts to notice pillars of pure rock that stand above the earth. The rock pillars are connected with old vine bridges to some sort of ruins. The ruins of the small mammals of the island are more of stone walls and a large gateway. These ruins were built here before Kong became god, it seems. Unaware to the Cerberus, these ruins were built for Gaw. The original god of Skull Island. They are not the only structures within the island, for he could see the great wall of the small mammals from afar. The reason of him being here confuses him.
He finds out too late that the female has led him into a trap. He roars when he feels the weight of Gaw landing her feet onto his back. He uses his arms to keep himself from falling onto the ground, but Gaw is not done. She bites onto the orange nape of the right head, and she thrashes in a slow but aggressive pace. Her teeth pierce deep into the male's hide, much to her confidence. Their bodies are somewhat similar as they are both Deathrunner blood; even in skin. As she anchors her claws deep into the cerberus's hide, she clamps harder. The male forces steam out of his nostrils, and he roars from both his maws. Rising off the ground, he grits his teeth as he fiercely tries to shake Gaw off. Gaw clamps hard and thrashes, but she did not anticipate the male to run straight at the trees surrounding them. Their bodies crash through a few trees, trampling them from their roots, but Gaw refuses to let go of her enemy. Unfortunately, Gaw's jaws slip off when her head smashes against one tree. Caught in the shock, she could not respond to the sudden slip of her claws. The two-headed Cerberus growls through his gritted teeth to feel the weight on his back finally removed. His red head looking down at Gaw, he has plans on making the female pay for making such marks on his once-invulnerable hide.
A sound of a rock falling and clunking on the ground catches the male Gaw's hearing. His one red head turns to what was pushed from the ruins above. A piece of cobblestone. As the orange head snarls down at Gaw, the red head narrows its eyes. His eyes look up at the ruins, and what he sees surprises him more than the sight of Gaw. A clawed hand reaches out to clench onto the stone floor of the ruin. Soon, another comes out. More debris of the cobblestones are pushed off of the broken floor when a massive form crawls out. The massive form is a creature with only two legs, with a head looking like a skull of a mosasaur. Black eye sockets, an illusion to hide the real eyes. A spike protrudes from the elbows of the monster's limbs, which seem more built to be the support of the body. The creature that Gaw shockingly recognizes, Ramarak, has grown to be its true glory. Not only this, but Gaw also remembers the threat all too well: The Skullcrawler.
The Ramarak stares down at the Cerberus Gaw for a long time, and the male just stares right back with the eyes of his orange head. Unlike Gaw, the Cerberus never knew about this Skullcrawler. It did not stop him from seeing Ramarak as an enemy. Even as Gaw rises to her feet, the Cerberus roars at both the female and the Skullcrawler above. The Ramarak, despite this, stays silent. Looming further over the ruin floor, the death-looking creature creeps over the loose bridge and to a rocky pillar. Its long tail slithering out, the fully-grown Skullcrawler hisses silently at Gaw and the Cerberus.
Suddenly, they all turn to the sounds of trees ruffling from a distance. After a second, the ferns were torn when a smaller Skullcrawler flees from the jungle. At a hot pursuit, the massive shape of the Vastatosaurus sprints out after it. The large predator roars out as he catches up to the Skullcrawler. The last thing the Skullcrawler feels is the jaws of the carnivore clamping shut on its mid-section. The Vastatosaurus lifts up his head, letting the dying Skullcrawler slowly grow limp with death. Caring little for its weak struggle, he snaps his jaws to swallow the small Skullcrawler whole, much to the Ramarak's anger. His small eyes look up at the adult Skullcrawler screeching at him in anger, and he scans the two-headed abomination and the female Deathrunner. His eyes narrowing, he does not find this to be the right time to be picking a fight. If he has to fight, though, then he will.
With hardly a second thought, the Ramarak jumps off of the pillar to charge at the Vastatosaurus. However, it is suddenly stopped when the Cerberus steps up to the Skullcrawler. The two-headed Gaw roars at the monstrosity with his two maws, threatening the vile creature to not step any closer. The Ramarak hisses at the Cerberus when it stops, whipping its tail on the ground. The snap on the plantation cracks loudly like a lightning strike, but the two-headed male is not so easily intimidated. Realizing this, the Ramarak skips back when the male Gaw's claws carve into the dirt. Making quick use of its reflexes, the Skullcrawler swiftly latches itself onto the male's side. The two-headed Gaw roars when the Skullcrawler quickly wraps its tail around his waist, constricting him and crushing onto his body.
As the battle between the Cerberus and serpent wages, Gaw shakes her head as she rises to her feet. She looks up when she hears a demanding bellow from the Vastatosaurus. She sees the shark-like teeth in the maw of the predator, watching the tyrannosaur-like dinosaur approaching her. The rival predator demands her to flee, but the carnivore has no authority over a god. Her eyes narrowing, Gaw snarls at the Vastatosaurus, warning the predator to not disrespect her or mistaken her as a petty reptile. The Vastatosaurus gives the gargantuan Deathrunner no reply, but a response to violence. His jaws wide open, the predator roars as he charges at her, thirsty for blood. A duel of jaws is to be met, but Gaw is no fool. Right as the Vastatosaurus would hope to sink his teeth into Gaw's flesh, he is forced into a sudden stop. Gaw's claws clenching onto both of his jaws, the god holds the rival predator back. With a snarl through her teeth, she makes a strong twist of his head as she slams him into the dirt. The collision between the Vastatosaurus's jaws and the ground causes some teeth to cracks off, and the predator is momentarily dazed by it.
Slowly approaching the Vastatosaurus, Gaw watches the rival struggle with his tiny forearms. It is true that the Vastatosaurus may have survived encounters with other large and strong predators, but never anything smarter or with arms the same as Kong's. Flexing her clawed hands, she waits for the Vastatosaurus to get back to his feet. Gaw learns to be a powerful god, but also a patient one. So, she waits for the perfect time to strike the feeble beast. Shaking his head, the Vastatosaurus finally gathers his senses. When he has a glance of where he even is, he swiftly turns to Gaw with an enraged snarl. Despite this, he could only see Gaw lowering her head before he feels their skulls collide. The Vastatosaurus growls as he feels his own skull cracked, his senses blinded by the sudden attack. The predator is left vulnerable when Gaw pushes further into the assault.
Grabbing onto the snout and the neck of the Vastatosaurus with her bare claws, Gaw bites down into the nape. The Vastatosaurus roars in a fusion of pain, panic and rage. Despite Gaw holding onto her rival predator, the Vastatosaurus thrashes his head in a desperate frenzy. Gaw snarls through her bite before she clamps down harder, and she pushes with all her might. As they both trample over smaller trees, the Vastatosaurus raises a leg to kick against Gaw. Gaw holds strong on the predator's neck and snout, but the Vastatosaurus lands a lucky hit against her elbow. The hit causes a shock of feeling across Gaw's arm, causing her hand to lose feeling and let go of the neck. His neck free, the Vastatosaurus thrashes his head to yank out of Gaw's jaws. The female god snarls, but the predator turns to slap his tail against her face. Thinking fast, the intelligent saurian backs away from the attack, and she waits for the Vastatosaurus to charge at her. The Vastatosaurus lowers his head to ram against her, but Gaw simply jumps aside. Allowing the Vastatosaurus to past her, she swings her one sickle-shaped claw to make a clean slice. Feeling the claw carve into his leg, the Vastatosaurus shrieks. The pain forces him to lose balance, causing him to fall side-first into the dirt.
Gaw turns to the downed predator; now is her chance! Charging at full speed, the female god reaches the Vastatosaurus in a swift motion. Repeating her method, she grabs onto the Vastatosaurus's neck and snout. The Vastatocaurus thrashes his head to chomp onto Gaw's arm; so she shoves her claws into the predator's maw. The Vastatosaurus shrieks when the claws of the female god stab into his gullet and tongue. That is when Gaw clamps her jaws hard onto the dinosaur's nape once again. The Vastatosaurus pushes himself off the ground, chomping onto Gaw's arm to be free, but Gaw is not letting him escape his fate again. A god must punish those who demand respect from it. As her eyes glare up at the towering wall and gate that were once hers, she pushes the Vastatosaurus's neck.
A loud snap and crack could be heard for miles.
An enraged roar echoes from the maws of the male Gaw. He thrashes his claws left and right at the Ramarak, which had attacked him relentlessly with its claws. Its tail wrapping tightly around the Cerberus's body, the Ramarak scratches onto his two heads. The claws strike aimlessly but relentlessly, trying to carve into either of eye socket of the male Gaw's heads. Raising his clawed hands to hold the Ramarak back, the cerberus uses both of his maws to clamp down. The two sets of jaws clamp down hard onto the Ramarak, trapping the creature by its shoulder and neck. Shrieking by this situation, the Ramarak's small eyes look down at the two powerful heads preparing to rip the Skullcrawler in two.
However, it is far from helpless. Forgetting about the Skullcrawler's tail, the male Gaw never saw the Ramarak's retaliation coming. Even as his teeth clamp hard into the vile serpent's body, the Skullcrawler swiftly wraps its tail around his orange neck. The slithering tail quickly constricts around the orange head's throat, squeezing the windpipe with all its might. Clawing desperately on the Ramarak's body, the male Gaw roars from his remaining head. His orange head releases a choked noise, feeling the tail slowly crushing the neck. The Ramarak, ignoring the claws scratching its back, thrusts its skull-like jaws around the red throat. Its any sharp teeth piercing the skin of the neck, the Skullcrawler crushes both of the Gaw's windpipes.
Feeling his lungs burning and his body growing weak, the Cerberus falls into desperation. If he does not do something soon, he will lose his life at the hands of the Skullcrawler. In his desperate hour, he catches a glimpse of the rock pillar nearby. He must act fast to survive this. Driving his claws deep into the Ramarak's back, he sprints right at the pillar. The Ramarak's jaws tear out of the Male Gaw's neck when its back slams against the rock. Green blood trickles from the claw marks across its body, forced out by the brutal collision. The Skullcrawler shrieks when it feels its back almost broken, but it thrusts out its tongue. The long, slimy appendage wraps around the red neck of the male Gaw, cutting his short moment of air. The Cerberus, feeling fear for the first time in ages, desperately slams the Skullcrawler against the pillar again. The Ramarak, though, crushes the orange neck even harder. And the tongue of the serpent pulls its head forward. Its teeth back onto his neck, the male Gaw lets out a choked roar.
The struggling coming from the cerberus slowly weakens. The force in the tail of the Skullcrawler crushes the windpipe of the orange head so far, it breaks the spinal cord. With the orange head now dead, the two-headed Gaw has now been cut of his superb senses. Without the second head...it is now just one. The male Gaw has no time to feel fear for the loss of his second head, however, when the Ramarak tears into the throat of his remaining head. Even as the Skullcrawler's teeth rip into his windpipe, the self-proclaimed king of the Deathrunners could not believe that a vile serpent was taking his life. If these creatures were on this island all this time, then the cerberus curses the day that they even existed.
The sun of the new day comes over the long-dead village of Kong's faithful people. Before Kong was taken, the village was alive with its people florishing from the belief of their god. Now, however, the people have lost their way. They have been able to keep themselves together without for god for so long. It was not long before they began to turn their backs on their so-called god, who had failed to return to his people. Their magic and their beliefs were all but forgotten, now. Now, it has been dark and fearful. They can only fend for themselves against the monsters from the other side of the wall, now.
Until a few of the people awake to a series of loud roars from beyond the wall. At first, there was fear that a predator has grown relentless, trying to get by the wall and hunt for any of them. And then some come to a conclusion that the loudest of the roars may have been their god. In the midst of the confusion, some of the villagers rush out of their stone-made homes and up the steps over the great wall. Some of these villagers, with the chief among them, have to see what is causing the commotion. The chief of the villagers, who once ran traditions and sacrifices for their god Kong, never knew that the sight of the thing beyond the wall would come again.
From the very top of the wall, the awe-struck villagers watch when the body of the Vastatosaurus slumps to the ground. His small eyes fallen dull and dark from the crack of his neck. And to their awe, a gargantuan beast towers over the fresh corpse of the predator. It is a beast that they have told stories about among themselves. Stories that their ancestors have seen with their own eyes. The story of how Kong had defeated a former god. And now, the former god has returned to Skull Island. Gaw has returned to the people she was forced to abandon.
Roaring down at the dead face of the Vastatosaurus, Gaw stomps a foot down onto the predator's skull. Breathing deeply, she raises her head to look up at the villagers that were once her people. She watches the villagers look down at her, and she could tell that they are as surprised to see her as her own kind were. She stares at them with a slight feeling of guilt and pity. What has Kong done to these people? In her time, these people were respectful, civil humans. They would consider it a great honor to be sacrificed to her. Now, they have gone savage. Bared to the skin without shame for the eyes of the ape. The great wall has grown dark when there should be torches ablaze and the gate open to greet her. Even the leader among them has the mask of an ape above his head. The sight of her people like this infuriates her; if Kong was here right now, she would have gutted him with her bare claws. Kong must have allowed himself killed by the outsiders. Thus, he has abandoned his own people, but Gaw will not.
She turns her head to a sudden sound of cracking trees. Anticipation fills her mind; it must be the two-headed male. Perhaps the abomination managed to kill the mortal enemy of Skull Island, which would support his role as leader of the Deathrunners. However, the monster that comes crawling from the jungle is the Ramarak. Hissing out of its slightly-open jaws, the Skullcrawler's snout is coated in blood. The blood, Gaw assumes, of the Cerberus. The Ramarak creeps further out of the jungle and onto the open space between it and Gaw. Despite the hiss of an insatiable hunger from the Ramarak, Gaw stands tall before it. Her sickle-shaped claws flicking out, the beast glares at the Skullcrawler. The apparent outcome of the fight between the Skullcrawler and the male Deathrunner does not fill her with any emotion that would relate to pity or grief. Only anger. SHE was supposed to kill the male for taking her name! The Skullcrawler took that away from her. This is personal, now!
Her eyes widen when her ears pick up the sound of drums. She looks back at the villagers cheering out. It takes her a second to realize that they are cheering for her. Calling out the name "Gaw"; her name. These people have remembered her. She turns her head back to the Skullcrawler before she closes her eyes, savoring the sounds of the beating drums and the cheering villagers. It is good to be back. Celebrating will have to wait, though, for the true enemy of her people and herself is slithering before her. Creeping closer to Gaw, the Ramarak hisses viciously at Gaw, but Gaw stomps onto the corpse of the Vastatosaurus with a warning. Raising her claws in an offensive stance, Gaw roars at the Skullcrawler. Its very existence is an insult to the entire island; an offense punishable by death!
The warning, of course, does not faze the Ramarak. With a whip of its tail, the enlarged Skullcrawler rushes at Gaw. Gaw roars as she steps off of the Vastatosaurus, charging at the vile serpent that dared to threaten her. The ground itself shakes when the clawed feet of the two titans charge at one another. Teeth bared and claws stretched out, the island itself will hear the sounds of battle once the god and the devil clash under a rising sun.
The Ramarak shrieks when it jumps high at Gaw, stretching its clawed limbs far to clutch onto Gaw. Gaw, however, grabs onto the Skullcrawler's claws with her own. As they wrestle their arms to test each other's strength, Gaw thrusts her jaws to clamp onto an arm. The Ramarak is forced to shriek, being pulls from the air when Gaw swings her head. Before its body could hit the ground, its tail thrusts forward to wrap around Gaw's torso. Gaw feels the slithering of the devil's tail growing tight, and she pulls out her jaws with an infuriated bellow. She will not die like her two-headed impostor! She slashes her claws, raking the vile Skullcrawler's skin. The Ramarak, ignoring this, heaves itself over Gaw's head. Its claws rake against her head as it creeps over her. Gaw growls as she clamps down hard onto the Skullcrawler's waist, trying to at least chew the base of its tail in two, but the Skullcrawler had other plans. The Ramarak lands its claws onto the ground, and it gives Gaw a showcase of its strength worthy of fear.
Gaw's body is suddenly pulled by the strength in the Skullcrawler's tail, and the next thing she sees is the sky when she is thrown off her feet. Her side crashes first into the grassland, but she swiftly turns her body right as she bounces off. Using all of her claws to anchor to the ground and her tail for balance, she skits a few feet before coming to a complete stop. Unfortunately, it is not the claws in the dirt that made the stop. Gaw roars when he body crashes hard against the great wall. The old wood of the wall splinters and shutters when it met Gaw's body, and the sheer force causes the god to fall dazed. Limping for one step, Gaw could only see the fog in her eyes. She gives out a weak growl before she collapses onto the ground. She could barely see the Skullcrawler creeping towards her. Hissing evilly, the Ramarak crawls slowly, taking its precious time to go in for the kill. Gaw growls, pushing herself off the ground, but the Ramarak simply uses one clawed hand to push down her head. The so-called god Gaw is no different than Kong, and now the island will know that soon. Above, the villagers plea and pray to Gaw to rise, to fight back. As the Ramarak opens its jaws, the villagers could only watch helplessly as their old god dies.
Before the Skullcrawler could kill the queen of Skull Island, it hears a strange noise. A kind of high-pitched bark that strikes its ears twice. The distant noise catches the Ramarak's attention; its small eyes shift to the noise coming from the jungle. It may have been its eyes fooling it, but it could have sworn that there is only two of Gaw and the two-headed beast. Unfortunately, the Skullcrawler watches as one of the Deathrunners sprint out of the jungle. As one charges out into battle, more of the Deathrunners run out to face the Skull Devil. As if they have been multiplying, the raptors of Skull Island rush out to the Ramarak, who now knows that it is facing an army. The Skullcrawler has murdered the Cerberus, and the Deathrunners will be damned if they allow their old and true leader die. Their claws spread and ready to tear the Ramarak to ribbons, the Deathrunner's bellow their war cries.
Confused by the sudden call for a Calvary, it unintentionally allows a Deathrunner to pounce on its hide. The Skull Devil shrieks when the vicious pack hunters slash and gnarl into its flesh. The Deathrunners carve with their sickle-shaped claws, chomp into its skin and swarm it with their numbers. Green blood oozes from the Skull Devil's rather small wounds, but the pain across its body is becoming too great. The monster shrieks as it sprints out into the open space, fighting off the Deathrunners with tail and nail. As the battle wages, one Deathrunner sprints to the still form of Gaw. The loyal raptor slows its approach when it notices Gaw's nostrils flaring. It lowers its head, making a soothing but urgent call. Its call was eventually answered, and Gaw's eye slowly opens.
The Deathrunners assaulting the Ramarak have fought valiantly for Gaw, but the confusion of the Skull Devil has turned to anger. Thrashing its tail and head ferociously, the Ramarak throws off its attackers with utmost ease. The lucky ones were able to land on their feet. Some, however, have landing more harshly, ending up breaking a few bones. One unfortunate soul has itself caught in the jaws of the killer. The many teeth impale the raptor's dead body, and the skullcrawler thrashes violently. Already annoyed to its limit, it throws the body aside. Its insatiable hunger torturing it, the Ramarak looks down at a Deathrunner limping on the ground. The poor raptor broke its leg by its fall; a perfect target. The Skullcrawler thrusts its jaws to clamp down on the injured raptor.
Suddenly, the Skull Devil is blinded by a strike to its head. A blood-curdling bellow strikes its ears before a rock in hand smashes against its skull. The Skullcrawler shrieks when cracks spread across its bony face. Right as it turns to face its attacker, it could only see a glimpse of Gaw raising the rock in her clawed hand. And another heavy strike smacks against its skull, forcing it to cry out. Blinded by the strike against its head, it could not react to Gaw thrusting an open hand. Gaw's claws carve across the side of the Skullcrawler's head; even forcing it to shriek in agony when the claws slice its tiny eye. Blood trickling from the gouged out socket, the Ramarak claws onto its own skull in a moment of agony. At this point, the Skull Devil has fallen into a hunger-induced rage.
Growling through her gritting teeth, Gaw glares up at the Skullcrawler sprinting at her direction. Standing tall before the Ramarak, she waits for the Skull Devil to pounce at her. The Skullcrawler stretches out its arms and opens its jaws wide, but it did not expect Gaw to spin. Her tail comes in the speed of a swing of a sword, and the Skullcrawler shrieks when it is whacked out of the air. Gaw snarls at the Ramarak writhing on the ground, refusing to show any form of mercy. Did the monster really think Gaw would be as easy a prey as Kong's kind?
The Ramarak screeches in an infuriated war cry, swiftly turning to the approaching Gaw. Glaring down, Gaw only snarls back. Looking down at the rock in her hand and back at the Skullcrawler, she tosses it aside. She would rather do this the Deathrunner's way; the way of a true god of Skull Island. A battle between god and devil that will be told for generations. Winner take all!
Once again standing before the great wall of the villagers, before the eyes of her loyal Deathrunners, Gaw roars into the heavens. The Ramarak screeches its blood-curdling cry, and it sprints with its two limbs. Gaw shakes the earth with her stomping feet, bellowing for blood. Above the corpses of those that have fought this battle, the god and the devil clash for one final time. The Skull Devil's powerful limbs push it high off the ground, setting off in a pounce at Gaw. Gaw, in response, decides to make an experienced move. Making a dash aside, Gaw allows the Skullcrawler to pass her. The Ramarak lands on its feet, but its tail thrusts forward to wrap around Gaw's throat. Prepared for this, Gaw quickly moves her jaws to catch it. When she tastes the foul green blood, she already knows that she has the monster where she wanted it. The Ramarak makes a quick retaliation, jumping off the ground to rip Gaw's face. Unfortunately, Gaw uses her might to pull the devil down to Earth, driving its back into the dirt. The Skullcrawler writhes and thrashes when Gaw pulls it by the tail, but its efforts were in vain. Her neck muscles flexing to her might, Gaw makes a mighty heave. The Ramarak shrieks when it is pulled into the morning air, and its body cracks against the ground.
Gaw towers over the struggling Skullcrawler. It is true that she needed her Deathrunners to gain the advantage, but she will not allow this weakness to come again. Her sickle-shaped claws flexing with her fingers, Gaw glares down at the devil. The Skullcrawler was finished the moment it thrusts its jaws at her one last time. Its pointy jaws snap open at Gaw, but the Ramarak shrieks when Gaw catches them in her hands. Despite the devil's strength when it desperately pulls back, Gaw would not release it. The claws ending their feet scrape on the dirt as they pull on each other. In a desperate act of escape, the Skullcrawler thrusts out its tongue like a bullet, hoping to wrap around Gaw's neck. Unfortunately, Gaw snaps her jaws onto the elongated appendage, biting down hard. With a savage pull and thrash of her head, Gaw lets go of the severed tongue. Green blood sprays profusely out of the Skullcrawler's maw, and Gaw could almost savor it spraying across her snout. The Ramarak claws desperately against her arms, but Gaw is not done. She shoves the open mouth of the Skullcrawler right into the dirt.
Weakly coughing out dirt, the Ramarak could do nothing but look up at Gaw's shadow. Gaw's foot slams down onto the Skullcrawler's back, pinning it to the ground. Even as the Ramarak desperately whips its tail around, Gaw wastes no time. Her clawed hands shoot forward, gripping around the devil's neck. And with a snarl, Gaw pushes her leg down and pull her claws back. In a swift and deadly motion, Gaw's claws carve deep into the Ramarak's throat. Green blood pours down the open gashes and small portions of the Skull Devil's throat innards spill out. With one quick motion, the Skullcrawler was finished. The head of the devil drops to the ground, lifeless.
Standing tall with the blood of the devil on her claws, Gaw glares at the still form. She lowers her head to sniff at the blood, which she finds the smell repulsive. The kill was only worth somewhat. Finding no equality between them, Gaw snarls at the dead Skullcrawler. She uses a foot to forcefully push the devil to its side. Using the claws on her foot, she disembowels the Skullcrawler with no pleasure or remorse. This is a sign of a warning to all Skullcrawler on who is in charge. As the innards of the devil spill from its gashed stomach, Gaw rears her head back to roar into the heavens. Her roar echoes out across Skull Island before the calls of her followers join in. A message was needed to be clear for all inhabitants, predator or prey, to know that their true god has returned. And this time, she is here to stay.
Letting out a breath of relief, Gaw tiredly pushes the disemboweled devil aside. The battle has taken a toll on her, and her energy has officially been drained. She looks up at the cheering and praising of the villagers above the wall. She would be lying if she tells herself that she did not miss the glory days. Her loyal Deathrunners following by her lead, she approaches the destroyed gate of the great wall. Soon, she finds herself in the gateway, her head raising high. From a time, her clawed hands had held the doors at her prime, pushing them open to face Kong in battle. Now, the busted doors are nothing but a memory. She looks down at the villagers, the people that once worshiped her and now have become savages without purpose. In the wonder and fear in their eyes, it is apparent that the island has returned the god they needed. They will have quite a few things for their old god to redeem themselves, but she will try to be fair with them. For now, there will be a feast for her and her followers to enjoy for hours to come.
After that, there is going be some changes around here.
Winner: Gaw (Female)