Garanaa, the Champion and Guardian of Andus roared as she fired time and again at the horde of Utahraptors heading her way. Oddly enough, she wasn't enjoying her current job, not one bit.
But the Jurassic Park insurgents had to be quelled. GC had already tried reasoning with them, but they were in no mood the return to small islands of Isla Nubla and Sorna.
The 'creator' would have Voided the entire pack had it not been for the Champion. It had been some time since she had hunted; the Torreadean within screamed for the blood of Combat.
The Andusian remembered the discussion well.
"You can not be serious," GC had said monotonously.
"I be quite serious," Guardian had responded. "Allow me to hunt. The blood shall be on my hands and not your own. 'Tis how it should be."
Her 'creator' had given her a look, one that said "It's my job --- but needless bloodshed ain't one o' mah thangs."
And so the Champion had recived the job as hunter. It had to be done. It was either vanquish the insurgents or allow them to overrun the peaceful Island of Dinotopia. As GC would say, "Not good."
Of the pack of twenty, only three remained. Bang, bang, both fell to the HK-G3A3 GC had equipped her with. And then there was one.
Click.
Uh-oh.
Click-click.
"Not good." "By Andus . . ."
The lone Utahraptor snarled and leaped, screeching with vengeful fury.
Guardian snarled as she tossed the obsolete weapon to the ground.
The time had come.
Victory for Torreadean.
Blood for Torreadean.
Combat for Torreadean.
Guardian's own screeched drowned out that of her assailant as she Centered. Her feline eyes glowed a bright white as a bluish-whitish-greyish mist suddenly appeared over the mouths of the two cases strapped to her forearms. And with a loud SHANK!, the Andusian was whole once more, Blades out and ready.
The Andusian crossed her Blades, one over the other, forming an 'X.' Her assailant landed directly on this 'X,' moving Guardian a few inches, her talons leaving six deep gouges in the soft soil.
But Andusians, even females, were a strong species. They had to survive the heat of their homeworld, after all, and giving birth to eggs was a difficult experience.
And with her Center providing her with the supernatural stength she relied upon, Guardian sent the creature flying back. It landed and rolled back about five feet, head over sickle-claws and tail.
The Champion did not advance. Instead she clenched her fists, awaiting the Utahraptor's next move. These were a rather intelligent bunch, she had to remember. Although she had miraculously narrowed the pack, one was just as dangerous as twenty.
The 'Raptor leaped.
So did the Champion.
Andusian and Utahraptor met in mid-air, Blades and sickle-claws meeting and striking. Sparks arched down from the impact to the ground, thankfully sputtering lifelessly on the moist floor.
For the moment, both creatures' main weapons were busy. One or the other would have to think of another appendage to use, else the battle would continue to a stalemate indefinitely.
And then she remembered.
The Champion had her own claws.
Snarling, a sound that grew into another roar, Guardian launched her feet into the exposed stomach of her attacker. Not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to imitate a swift punch, the Utahraptor gasped and squawked painfully.
THUD! The Champion had gained the upper hand in those tantalizingly few seconds. She had successfully pounced the pouncer.
With one final snarl, and a quick slash against its throat, the Jurassic Park insurgent drifted into the darkness.
Blood for Torreadean. Combat for Torreadean.
Victory for Torreadean.
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