Upon finally making it to shore, Grimmel spent several minutes to let his body recuperate from the hours of treading water he'd endured. Following this, the dragon-killer took stock of his inventory; he still had a couple of daggers and an anchor curled up on his belt, as well as a decent amount of ammo in his bag for his signature crossbow he'd recovered from the water after his defeat, but without the fleet or his Deathgrippers, he lacked the materials to make more darts. He'd have to use the ingenuity that had served him so well on previous dragon hunts if he was going to make it out of this predicament. With that, Grimmel began his trek inland; little did he know, but the island he'd arrived to was none other than the dreaded Skull Island (the version seen in Peter Jackson's 2005 remake of King Kong, as it existed centuries or millenniums before the events of said movie); because of this, the Night Fury killer was about to be in for the fight of his life!
As Grimmel made his way further through the lush jungle, he suddenly started to get the feeling that he was being watched. This paranoia was rather understandable though, as members of a local pack of Venatosaurus were quietly observing him from the cover of the rich foliage. As Grimmel circled around, trying to identify what was stalking him, a lone Venatosaurus, a juvenile scout that was testing what this new kind of prey was capable of, suddenly lunged from the greenery, knocking the breath out of Grimmel! The poacher cried out in pain as one of the dinosaur's sickle-shaped toe claws drove its way into his chest! But before the Venatosaurus could deal any more damage, Grimmel quickly drew a dagger from his belt, plunging the blade into the foot of his attacker. Screeching in pain, the dromaeosaur released its grip on Grimmel, but otherwise remained before him, hissing angrily as it blocked his primary means of escape. Upon seeing that this prey was willing to fight back, two more pack members burst from the vegetation in unison before Grimmel could flee. These two Venatosaurs executed a more coordinated method of attack, with one of the predators going for one of Grimmel's legs, while the other Venatosaurus targeted Grimmel's arm that held the sharp dagger, which would not only disarm the dragon-hating human, but also drastically reduce his chances of being able to flee! While the dragon hunter managed to hold his own against the dinosaur attempting to go for his left arm via landing a light (non-fatal) slash below the predator's neck, the second of his assailants succeeded in inflicting another wound on Grimmel by tricking the despicable poacher into extending his leg in a kick before bringing its jaws as well as the jagged claws on its forelimbs down onto the extremity, biting and cutting (respectively) into Grimmel's leg!
Now in a great deal of pain, and wondering how he, the most feared dragon hunter the word had ever seen, was being overwhelmed by these savage beasts, Grimmel finally managed to free himself from the ruthless clutches of his adversaries (despite the presence of the scout that had ambushed him earlier), but the 3 Venatosaurs would notbe denied their prize, and thus one of them called out (via a series of piercing, inhuman screeches) to its fellow pack members. Drawing from his years of hunting various kinds of dragons (despite the fact that these creatures clearly were not dragons), Grimmel theorized (correctly) that the Venatosaurs were trying to contact their allies, and thus loaded his crossbow, knocking the vocalizing dinosaur out thanks to the sedative properties the Deathgripper venom in the crossbow darts possessed. Upon seeing their comrade fall unconscious from the effects of the dart, the 2 remaining Venatosaurs simultaneously charged at Grimmel! The veteran hunter managed to reload his crossbow in time and fired once more, causing one of his charging opponents to tumble across the ground as it's body went limp from the crossbow dart's sedative. However, Grimmel barely had enough time to dodge the lunge of the last Venatosaurus, and before he could take care of his remaining foe, he noticed a reptilian shadow emerging, barely evading the pair of newly-arrived Venatosaurs that had jumped at him, claws splayed and jaws open for attack!
As 3 additional Venatosaurs made their presence known, Grimmel knew he couldn't handle this many enemies at once. As he kept the voracious predators at a distance with a dagger in each hand, the pack's alpha female finally jumped forward from behind, bringing her formidable jaws down on one of Grimmel's weapon-bearing arms, making the hunter lose his grip on his dagger in his pain! In desperation, Grimmel made to drive the dagger his other arm clutched into his assailant, but the alpha Venatosaurus noticed the blade in time, and leaped backwards as Grimmel made a stabbing motion with his dagger! The alpha, frustrated with how this prey just wouldn't give up, barked an order to 2 of her packmates to aid her in the next strike against Grimmel, and immediately, two of the Venatosaurs circling the human snuck forward from Grimmel's left and right as their alpha kept his attention by faking attacks. Before the predators could finally have their way with the dragon poacher, a deep, guttural roar echoed through the jungle, causing the pack to immediately turn around as a massive, 48 foot long and 22 feet tall Vastatosaurus rex (or V-rex) smashed its way into the vicinity!