Spellbound pounced on one of the sickleclaws that was charging his way. Pushing the raptor onto its back, he quickly bit down, driving his fangs into the creature's neck, and ripping it clean out. The raptor did not even have a chance to scream. Another raptor jumped from behind him. The alimon reacted quickly, and swung around and grabbed the raptor by the neck. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with, pal!" He squeezed the raptor's neck tighter. Using his other paw to hold him down, Spellbound ripped the sharptooth's head off with one big yank. There was a sickening cracking sound as he did so.
Not too far away, the lead alimon was tackling with one of the Spinosaurs. He ran skillfully around the large brute in an attempt to confuse him. As the sharptooth shot its head every which way, its brain could not cope, and eventually it started to feel woozy. It closed its eyes and shook its head rapidly. During that time, Dynamo had jumped onto the sharptooth, digging his claws into the back of the creature's neck.
The finback roared and tried in vain to get at the alimon. But it was useless. The alimon was standing in a blind spot, one of the areas where it couldn't reach. It let out another roar, this time more out of frustration than anger. "Get off of me!" It bellowed. "Cut it out!"
At this, Dynamo smiled slyly. "Why..that's not a bad idea, finback." The sharptooth was dumbfounded by this statement, but when the alimon started heading towards his skull, he soon realized what the dinosaur had meant. "I shall grant you your wish."
"No! That's not what I meant!" The Spinosaurus screamed, shaking his snout in desperation, trying hard to dislodge the alimon from his snout. But the alimon gripped tightly. He positioned himself between the monster's eyes and he pulled back his paw. The Spinosaur's eyes widened in horror, and that's all he had time for when Dynamo drove his sharp talons and strong paw right into the skull of the animal. The brain was completely ripped out.
"See? I cut it out for you." Dynamo sneered almost as evilly as Chomper as he held the brain in his paw, which wasn't much of a sight, relative to size. The Spinosaurus didn't respond, or even hear the alimon's grisly comment. As soon as the brain was ripped out, his eyes had clouded to gray, and then became a solid bright white. The alimon chief jumped off and landed on the ground nearby, and turned around in time to see the giant fall down. Its mouth remained open, and the tongue hung out. The same horrified look was still etched on the dinosaur's face.
"Congratulations." Said a cold voice from behind. Dynamo whirled around and snarled at who was confronting him. "I couldn't have done it better myself." The voice laughed as the figure approached. "Well done, Siria." The figure, Gris, said, jeering.
"Gris..." Dynamo growled at the mention of his former name. "How dare you call me that..." He reared onto his hind legs. "How dare you!"
"Touchy touchy." Gris said, shaking a single talon back and forth as though the alimon had done something bad and was being scolded. "You shouldn't let the past get in the way. After all, it is not the past that you should be concerned with now, Siria."
Dynamo leapt forward, and knocked the evil alimon down. "Don't you dare call me that! You know I gave up that name after you..." His voice trailed off and was replaced in heavy puffs of angry breaths.
"After I what..?" Gris asked, grinning menacingly. "After I betrayed you in the most brutal way?" He laughed. "Oh and don't worry..she felt no pain...after a half hour passed anyway."
At this Dynamo let out a ferocious roar and bit down onto Gris's neck. The gray alimon's eyes widened in shock as he felt the teeth of one of his own kind sink into his thick neck. He narrowed his eyes, and struck out with his right paw, knocking Dynamo onto the ground. Dynamo quickly recovered, and lunged forward. Gris grinned, and lunged forward as well, and they locked talons together as they met each other's lunge attack.
"I..will..never...forgive you...for what you've...done!" Dynamo screeched as he tried to knock the gray alimon to the floor.
"So I 'accidentally' messed up and gave your sister the wrong 'potion'. So sue me!" Gris said mockingly, knowing very well that Dynamo knew he was lying. It was an intentional situation.
"That was no accident!" Dynamo roared.
Gris applied as much strength as he could into Dynamo, squeezing his opponent's talons in his vice-like grip. Dynamo responded by pushing harder. It would seem the two were evenly match in power, but neither would give way. Gris finally pulled a dirty trick and lifted one foot and delivered a powerful kick to one of Dynamo's legs. The chief roared in pain and one of his legs gave way, hitting the ground. Releasing one paw, Gris struck down onto Dynamo, forcing him to hit the floor with tremendous force. He let out a cry of pain. He looked up and glared.
"That...wasn't fair." He said.
Gris grinned evilly. "Life isn't fair, Siria." His smile broadened, knowing that Dynamo's original name made him seethe with rage.
"I told you never to call me by that name!" Dynamo called out, jumping to his feet. He charged forward, and slammed into Gris, knocking him to the ground once more.
"Now now..." Loc said as he approached Ali. "Why don't you just give up? I promise to kill you quickly and as painless as I can." If one could reach his mind, they would know the red carnotaur was lying through his teeth.
Ali was laying on the ground with a few gashes in her sides. But other than that she was relatively unharmed, and seemed mostly tired than weak from loss of blood. She bared her plant-eating teeth at the predator as she placed one foot on the ground to try and push herself up. But her body was too exhausted and she fell back down, her head landing right next to the edge of the water's rim.
Loc smiled at her feeble effort to get up. "I see you are still defient, that you still have some fire in your heart, if you know what I mean." He approached her slowly. "But all fires must be extinguished." He bared his teeth and lowered his head near Ali's head. Considering just how close he was, Ali knew that even if she did pull away, in her current state she would not be able to avoid a bite should Loc decide to launch his attack right there and then.
"And it's your turn to be extinguished." Loc hissed, opening his jaws wider, and tensing up for the death blow. Ali closed her eyes and waited, but nothing happened. As she opened them, she noticed Loc was being dragged away.
Ali raised her head as high as she could, and noticed Ducky pulling on a tough vine that was wrapped around the sharptooth's leg. Ali could only watch as Ducky jumped into the water, taking the sharptooth with her.
Loc's eyes widened slightly as he realized where they were. They were underwater, in one of the biggest lakes in the Great Valley. The swimmer was pulling him to the deepest part of the lake, around the middle of it. The sharptooth struggled to pull his leg free, but the knot was too strong. Ducky started to feel the effects of lack of oxygen in a few minutes, and started to swim faster. Loc also started to feel the need for a breath, and started to kick harder, hoping to hit the swimmer.
Ducky searched frantically around the bottom of the lake for something to secure the sharptooth to. She finally found something. A large log that had fallen during an earthquake. It was large enough and heavy enough to keep the red meat-eater from returning to the surface. She pulled harder as she approached the log and wrapped the end around the trunk. As she did this, she didn't realize some of the thick vine loops were encircling her leg as well. She tied the knot, and smiled slyly at Loc before swimming away.
It was this time that she realized something was wrong. She couldn't swim up! She felt her leg struggling to get free of the vine's grasp. She quickly turned around and noticed her leg was caught in the binding. She gasped, a big mistake. She felt panic rise up as she felt the water enter her lungs, slowly suffocating her. She struggled to pull her leg out, and Loc also struggled to get free, already taking in very deep breaths as panic settled in.
From above the surface, Ali watched in horror as the bubbles started to rise, creating an active white foam at the surface of the water. "Ducky!" She cried out, trying to get up.
"Ali!"
Ali would have jumped at that surprise shout if she could. She turned around and saw Littlefoot. The dinosaur was already dealt some blows, but he managed to keep standing. He looked at Ali with concern. "Ali, what's wrong?" He asked.
Ali pointed her head where Ducky had gone off. "Ducky dragged a sharptooth underwater. I think she's in trouble."
Littlefoot gasped as he saw the white foams. "Ducky!" He was about to jump in himself when he noticed the bubbles had vanished. His heart filled with dread. This could only mean two things: Ducky found a way to escape, or she was dead. "No..." He walked into the water, and went near the middle of the lake. He gulped and took in a deep breath and poked his head into the water. He looked around until he spotted two bodies. His eyes widened. Both Ducky and the red sharptooth were floating, only restrained by the vine that bound them to the lake's floor. They were both unmoving, and the eyes were closed. Littlefoot closed his eyes, and felt tears emerge. He knew the truth of what happened.
He lifted his head out of the water, and looked at Ali. The female longneck waited for him to say something, hoping there was still someway for Ducky to be still alive. But her hopes were crushed when Littlefoot shook his head slowly, salty tears already dripping down his face. Ali could only gasp and she could feel tears of her own forming in her eyes. "No...not again."
Littlefoot could only stare at where Ducky was, underneath the water, as he felt flashbacks come. The last tie to his past, the journey to the valley, was severed. Ducky was the only remaining of the original gang, and now she was gone. He was the only one left. He gave Ali a sideways glance. She would be next. Littlefoot lowered his head, and bared his teeth, unsure of what to do. A confusion and confliction complicated his thoughts, his motivation. His thoughts for revenge seemed to double in intensity now as he recalled the adventures he had with his friends, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike. They had lived together for years, but it only took a few days for Chomper to tear them away from him.
His eyes squeezed so tightly they felt like they were going to burst inside of him. "Why...why did you have to go and do that..." He whispered to the floating dead body beneath the water that was Ducky. "Why did you have to risk your life...for that?" His voice was broken. "Why...?"
Ali felt defeated. She was at a loss of what to do. What could she do? She finally managed to get onto her feet, and limped towards Littlefoot. "Littlefoot I..."
Littlefoot suddenly shot her a glare. Ali stopped herself, feeling confused. Why was he glaring at her? "You..." He said darkly. "Why didn't you go in and save her?"
Ali gulped, feeling a bit frightened by Littlefoot's anger. "I-I couldn't...that sharptooth she drug away...he had wounded me badly..." She said, struggling to speak. "I couldn't get up..."
"Why didn't you try and stop her!" Littlefoot snapped, rounding on the female longneck.
Ali felt fear rise inside of her, as well as a tinge of anger. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I...I couldn't." She said, not being able to think too clearly. She took a step back, and winced at the pain she felt in her legs.
Littlefoot bared his teeth. "You couldn't...or you wouldn't...?" He demanded, narrowing his eyes to near slits. Ali couldn't answer. She could only give him a confused look. "You planned for this, didn't you!" Littlefoot was in such a terrible state that he himself couldn't think clearly. And Ali knew it.
"N-Now Littlefoot...calm down..." She said as gently as she could. "I would never have let Ducky die if I could help it..."
Suddenly Littlefoot reared onto his hind legs and stomped downward, almost causing Ali to lose her balance. Ali looked at him fearfully. She knew that was a threat. Littlefoot's never threatened her before, and it worried her. Could Ducky's death have severed the last bit of sanity inside the male longneck's head? "YOU LET HER DIE!" Littlefoot screamed.
"Littlefoot!" Ali yelled angrily. "I didn't let her die!"
"Then why didn't you go after her!" Littlefoot yelled in a demanding voice.
"I told you, I was too injured to get up! I tried!"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Littlefoot shrieked and he charged forward. What happened next no one could have predicted. Littlefoot rammed his body into Ali's already injured body. She screamed in pain as her legs gave way and she fell to the ground. The back of her head slammed so hard against a rock that there was a sickening cracking sound, and some blood trinkled down the side of her face. And she just laid there, still and unmoving.
Littlefoot stood over her, glaring harshly at her immobile form. He panted heavily as he just stood there, staring. Then the anger inside of him started to melt away. Then realization slowly hit him, and he started shaking. Tears formed in the back of his eyes. "N-No..I didn't just..." He lowered his head, and nudged Ali's head gently. "Ali..? Ali...?" He whispered, and got no response.
Tears started to drip down his face. He nudged her again, and noticed she was beginning to feel cold. "I'm sorry Ali...Please...just get up.." He begged her as he continued to try and stir her. "Don't go..."
But his efforts were in vain. He knew the horrible truth. Her head had hit the ground with enough force to shatter her skull. She was dead as soon as her head slammed into the rock. And he knew that it was all his fault. He had murdered his best friend in cold blood. He could feel his sanity leaving him as he whispered, "I-I killed her..."
"I'm quite impressed with you Littlefoot." An evil voice said from behind. Littlefoot turned his head around, and snarled. It was General Chomper! The evil tyrant looked at the body of the longneck at Littlefoot's feet. "I watched the whole thing." He grinned. "Not bad at all..."
"I'll kill you..." Littlefoot threatened, and reared onto his hind legs and slammed down, hoping to crush the traitorous sharptooth under his weight. But Chomper, being smaller, moved fast enough to avoid any injury. "I must kill you! I must make you pay!"
"Merciless." General Chomper inquired. "You're becoming like me, Littlefoot."
Littlefoot's eyes widened, but then narrowed them again. "I am nothing like you!" He shouted as he charged forward. General Chomper only stood there and laughed as Littlefoot bounded towards him, as though he wasn't scared at all.
While the fighting continued, a form stirred nearby. In the foliage, a familiar dinosaur rose up. As it walked out of the foliage to see what was going on, the light revealed it to be Rex, the real Rex. He rubbed his head slowly. "Wh-What happened?" He whispered. But it suddenly came back to him. He quickly looked over and saw the fighting. He saw no signs of Chomper anywhere.
As he wandered around the battlefield, distancing himself enough not to be noticed but close enough to examine, he eventually found Littlefoot charging at General Chomper. Rex gasped. "Littlefoot! No!" He jumped into the air and took off, flying as fast as he can to reach Littlefoot before it was too late.