CHAPTER ELEVEN
A Clubtail said "Well the fight is started, we might as well finish it."
The Clubtail wings its tail at Chomper, nearly striking him right in the eye, but Phyco catches its tail in his jaws and does a alligator roll ripping the tail clean off, he then smacks another Clubtail in the face with it.
Two Clubtails try and attack Chomper at once. He does a powerful leap into the air, jumping several feet away from him. The two Clubtails, meanwhile, miss him, collide, and fall onto their backs. Tiny uses the opportunity to claw the Clubtails in their exposed stomachs.
Chomper's heart was racing, his mind thinking fast. He'd killed Flatteeth. He'd never done that before. Yet, he couldn't have just let them kill Tiny. He loved her. She was, after all, going to be his mate. And shouldn't a future mate have a higher priority than the Leaf Eaters one wanted to help? In addition, some of these Clubtails hadn't even cared that the Great Valley was in danger. How could they be so insensitive?
Meanwhile, Guido came near the Sharpteeth. He said nervously to them Me Guido. Please no eat Guido. he said, using his basic knowledge of the Sharptooth language to try and talk to them. He wanted to know why Chomper was attacking Clubtails. Was it self-defense? Chomper had never killed a Leaf Eater before.
Why is he talking funny? Phyco asked Tiny. Tiny didn't know. The three Two Claws continued to fight off the Clubtails, if only in self-defense. They get into a pinch, but luckily for them, though unluckily for the Clubtails, the rest of the pack arrives, hearing the fighting.
Well done Chomper. You found the Clubtails. Shredder said to Chomper.
Guido's mouth fell open in shock. The bastard has joiined Shredder! He's betrayed us! Guido thought angrily. . "How could you Chomper?" he muttered angrily. Chomper, however, is too busy fighitng off the Clubtail herd leader to listen. The two move away from the others, still fighting.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Chomper yelled at him.
"Why, so you can kill us like you did those others?" asked the Clubtail.
"That was my fiance you guys tried to kill. You'd have done the same." Chomper said, trying to justify his actions, though feeling guilty for shedding Flattooth blood.
"You're nothing but a vicious Sharptooth and I'm going to end you as such!" thundered the Clubtail. He whacked Chomper with his tail, knocking the Sharptooth over. He moved to attack. Chomper only had a short time to react, and there was no way he could just push him away. So he, with regret, did the only thing he could do to keep himself from being killed. He quickly rolled over, his claws out in front of him to fend off an attack to his face.
The Clubtail was impaled by the claws and fell over, spilling blood onto Chomper. "You evil murderous Sharptooth prick. I hope you burn in hell!" he shouted before dying. Chomper shook his head at what had happened, not having wanted any of it.
After some time, the herd was routed, many of its members dead. Chomper saw Guido about to leave.
"Guido!" he called after him.
"I don't know you anymore. You're not Chomper the Friendly Sharptooth anymore. You've betrayed us." he called, taking off.
"Guido! Wait! Come back!" Chomper called after him.
"Littlefoot will learn of your treachery, you turncoat!" Guido called back to him before going out of sight. Chomper hung his head in shame, even though it wasn't really his fault. Or was it? If he had just gone with the others, perhaps they could have killed the herd on their own and he could have just watched, rather than participated.
His plan to try and save the Clubtails and warn the Great Valley had backfired. Now, the Great Valley would think him an enemy. Maybe Littlefoot would understand and hear him out. Or, maybe Littlefoot would now hate him as much as the Sharptooth who had killed his mother. He didn't know what to do now. His whole life had been turned upside down.
