"So, these are my troops, eh? Not bad…" murmured Throg, looking critically at the forty Saurus arranged in front of him. There was a screech above him, and he looked up to see a small pack of three Terradons circling above.
"Are those our transports? Or are they supporting us in battle?" inquired the young warrior, absentmindedly moving his head in time with the Terradons. He shook his head to stop himself, and turned to Thetra.
"They're just support, if we need it. You get injured, call to 'em, and you're outta there." answered Thetra, looking at Throg. "Well, we better get going. Don't want to keep that rat ogre waiting!" The small army departed, the Terradons following overhead, skink blow pipers on their backs.
As they entered the jungle, they could feel something watching them, as usual. It was becoming common to be watched. This time, though, something else was watching them. Not a Rat ogre, not a Skaven scout. Something even bigger. There was a crashing up ahead, a very LOUD crashing, and then the squealing of a small creature being attacked by a bigger one. And the sound of a crackling fire. The Lizardman army continued, and came across a clearing. Peeking through the bushes, Throg spotted something he did NOT want to see. All Lizardmen dreaded encountering one of these, and now Throg and his band of warriors were seeing it.
"A dragon-ogre! Much more powerful then a rat-ogre, but still has Ogre blood. Let me ha-" started Thetra, but Throg cut him off.
"No. I want a piece of him. I need a chance to show you my skills, don't I?" interrupted Throg. Thetra sighed.
"Very well, but we have to be careful. Those things are strong." replied Thetra hesitantly. The two warriors began circling the beast from where it couldn't see them, their blades at the ready, shields raised. At the same moment they sprang forward, swinging their blades, the Burning Blade of Chotec flaming up, the seemingly plain sword Throg was carrying crackling with power. Throg's weapon hit first, slicing straight through the Dragon-ogre's skin. The beast screamed, blood spilling out of the gaping wound, exposing muscle. However the Blade of Chotec seemed to be having trouble slicing through the thick armour of the Dragon-Ogre, and just about sliced through the skin. But despite the wounds it had taken, this ogre wouldn't give in, swinging its claws in a wide arc, missing Thetra by a hair, but Throg was not so lucky. They serrated claws sliced into Throg's arm, a wound that was sure to leave a scar. Throg roared in pain and anger, and brought down his blade again, this time on the neck. But despite his powerful weapon, the amour was thick around the neck, and he could not slice through into the soft flesh beneath.
"Damn it! This thing is too tough around the neck. Go for the chest and underarms!" yelled Throg. He swung his weapon once more, aiming for the creature's chest, where the armoured skin was comparatively thin. The Dragon-Ogre sprang backward, dodging the blow, and at the same time launched a jet of fire. The fire blasted towards Throg, who attempted to dodge out of the way, but his right arm caught the full heat of the flame. He screamed, rolling out of battle, hoping it would leave him. No such luck. It sprang towards him, its vast claws aimed for his heart, and roared a terrible victory cry, believing it had won, despite near defeat. But just as things were looking grim, an riderless Carnosaur sprang out of the trees, knocking the Dragon-ogre away from Throg. Thetra stared at the great beasts battling to the death, then rushed to Throg's side, calling to the Terradons. As they landed, the Carnosaur took a bite out of his foe, tearing out the jugular. The Dragon-ogre screamed one last cry, then was silent.
"Land…" whispered Throg hoarsely to the skink rider.
"WHAT?! That thing is wild! It was only protecting it's territory! It will tear us to shreds!" yelled Thetra incredulously.
"Stay on the Terradon, then." answered Throg. The Terradon landed, flapping its wings as it touched down. Throg, still badly wounded, stumbled off the Terradon and toward the Carnosaur. The great beast eyed him carefully, then cautiously stepped towards the wounded warrior. It stretched its great head towards Throg, and began to lick his burns. Throg stroked the Carnosaur's head, then, as the wounds began to heal, climbed up on his new mounts back.
"Wha?…" stuttered Thetra, slack-jawed, as a seemingly wild beast let a lowly Saurus climb onto its back. Looking closer, he realised this was the same Wild Carnosaur that had refused him as a rider when he had been selected as a Carnosaur rider, but had failed to find a Carnosaur that would accept him. "Looks like you're a Carnosaur rider, then." he said, straightening his back as he sat up in an attempt to keep his dignity.
"Yes, it seems I am." replied Throg. "But that means I need to get more armour, as does my Carnosaur." They returned to the temple city, Throg on his Carnosaur, Thetra on the Terradon, without trouble- things tend to leave you alone when you're riding a ten-foot-tall beast that could bite a Kroxigor in half.
They soon returned, and were quickly armed and Armoured. Suddenly, a skink chief came rushing up to Throg.
"You will need a battle name…" it chittered, bobbing it's head nervously up and down in the presence of the mighty Carnosaur.
"Then, I feel Kai-Loq would be substantial." (a/n, Lizardmen Army generals could look up what it means. It makes sense…) responded Throg, his new armour and Hunting Spear gleaming in the sun. The Saurus now known as Kai-Loq and his companion were quickly on their way, weapons and armour held ready, feeling a Skaven Attack was forever ready to pounce.
After travelling through the dense jungle for some time, the group of warriors finally began to smell diseased vermin ahead, and all of the Saurus were instantly alert, and the Carnosaur began to pull against its rider's will.
"You need a name, don't you? Being a fighting Carnosaur and all now. How about… Hexoatl? I think it suits you." asked Kai-Loq, looking down at the Carnosaur. It simply grunted in confirmation. Suddenly, movement ahead. A rustling of leaves. A crash. And then, three rat ogres and 15 Skaven Warriors sprang from between the trees.