Chapter 4: Dino Damage
"OK, 'ow' I think that's the last of the firewood 'ouch'," said Yeung bending over to pick up another piece of dried-out cactus from the sandy surface. He juggled around with the load of 'firewood' that he had scrounged up which was primarily made up of petrified prickly pear stems. As he did so, the needles jabbed him something fierce. He then walked back to his campsite where he had already set up his tent.
It had been a rough time for the young master thus far. For the past day or so, Yeung had been pushing himself with everything he had to reach the location of the Cell Games, and every setback, every holdup, had made his thirst for revenge, if not his resolve, grow that much
stronger. Following his compass, Yeung had made a beeline through the desert at breakneck speeds. He had braved man and beast alike to come as far as he has. He had reached the point of no return. Following his compass, Yeung ran full stride though the last stretch of the trip was proving itself to be the most difficult. The deserts that made up the bulk of the Northern Wastelands were some of the most arid as well as some of the hottest places on Earth. In this region, there were whole stretches of geography that hadn't seen rainfall in over three hundred years. Here there existed mass graves where despots of ages past had buried the results of their oppression. Because of this, human remains littered the sand dunes, many of them uncovered by the searing winds that the desert lands had to offer. At night, the temperature would fall as low as minus ten degrees. Only the hardiest of creatures could live and thrive in this God forsaken land.
Yeung lay his supply of firewood down in a circle of stones that he had put together. The ring of stones was set up more out of habit than anything else because there wasn't really anything in the surrounding area that could sustain a brush fire. He reached into his bag and pulled out a starter set which he used to kindle a fire.
Yeung scooted closer to the fire so that he may shield himself from the cold desert night. He was hungry, starving in fact, but was unsure if he even had anything left to feed himself. The boy turned to his bag and rummaged through the large storage space looking for something to munch on. He pulled out an iron skillet and some Crisco. He sat these aside and dug further into his backpack in search of a meal. He soon found a piece of old meat from one of the wild beasts that he had killed during his trek through the central grasslands. The meat looked as though it had turned black from spoilage but that did little to deter the teen warrior. He eyed the meat closely as if trying to determine whether it was worth it to risk catching worms or some other pathogen.
"God, this meat smells like mayonnaise!" stated Yeung who looked as though he were going to have second thoughts. He decided against it though for he had no idea when his next meal would come. Opportunities in desert lands like these were few and far in between.
Yeung plopped the half-rotten meat into the iron pan and began to cook it very thoroughly. After about twenty to thirty minutes of cooking, Yeung decided it was time to eat. He broke out a plate and some napkins, and just as Yeung was about to woof it down, he heard a high pitched chirping sound.
"What was that?!" asked Yeung. At first he shrugged it off as though it were nothing and turned back to his supper. Then, he heard it again. This time, however, it sounded as though it originated close by. Yeung sat his meal on the desert floor and got up to have a look around. Suddenly, he heard it again.
"The tent!" exclaimed Yeung as he rushed over to where his tent was pitched up. He threw back the flaps that made up the front entrance but was unprepared for what he was about to find.
"Aww, how cute." Before Yeung sat two baby T-rex's that had crawled inside of his tent to escape the frigid evening air. The boy picked up the two tiny dinosaurs and brought them over to the fire so that they could better warm themselves.
"What are you two doing out all alone like this?" Yeung asked the baby dinos who only looked up at Yeung with the biggest puppy dog eyes one can imagine. "Where is your momma? She sure is gonna be mad at me if she catches me with y'all."
Yeung picked up his supper again, and just as he was about to bite into it, the two tiny T-rex's began to whimper. Yeung looked down at the young critters and felt a pang of guilt rise from the pit of his stomach.
I can't eat. Not with them going hungry like this. Oh well, looks as though dinner will have to wait.
Yeung picked the piece of meat off his plate and tore it into to equal halves. He looked longingly at the two pieces one last time before he dolled out the meal to the baby dinos.
"I hope you guys appreciate this," said Yeung as the T-rex's snatched the meat from his hands. Yeung turned to look once more into the fire which produced shades of purple, possibly because there was a fair amount of copper in the sand that had blown into the dried cactus. To him, it seemed as though there were fairies dancing amongst the flames. Yeung sat and watched the fire for about a half hour more before deciding it was time to hit the hay.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I must find water. My canteen is so low. There's just no getting around it. Yeung turned around and headed toward the tent with the two dinosaurs sleeping soundly in tow.
In the morning, Yeung rose from his bedding in a cold sweat. The temperature outside was already a blistering ninety degrees and was likely to go over one hundred before morning was even over. Yeung pulled on his pants and just as he was about to put on his shoes, something occurred to him. The baby dinos were not there. He hastily laced up his shoes and head outside only to be met by the most horrifying sight.
Before Yeung, lay the prone bodies of the toddler T-rex's. Above them stood the most vicious looking dinosaur he had ever laid eyes on. A filosa raptor to be specific. It stood over seven feet high and when it opened it's impressive maul, Yeung could see it's rows of razor sharp teeth and these teeth were stained pink with the blood of it's latest kill.
Yeung felt rage burn threw him at the loss of his new friends. He swallowed hard as he approached the raptor preparing to dish out some serious pain to this fowl creature that dared to commit this act. As he approached, the raptor sized up at him in the hopes of intimidating him. Still, there was no fear in Yeung's eyes. He charged at the larger dinosaur in a fit of pure rage. When he got close enough, he swung at the miscreant beast with every once of power he could muster. The raptor tried in vain to jump back as the punch found its' mark and sent the creature sprawling. It landed on it's hip bone some distance away, creating a sizeable impression in the ground when it did.
The raptor, knowing it could not win this battle with force alone, slowly stood up and cried out in distress. Yeung was puzzled as to what was going on but he found out soon enough for behind the swift predator Yeung could hear various hisses, shrieks, and other such noises. Much to Yeung's dismay, just beyond a hill came six other lethal filosa raptors.
Yeung began to back up out of fear at the sight before him. He turned to run, but before he could even make it a few yards, the terrible reptiles were right on his tail. Frustrated, he turned to do combat with his assailants. Yeung took a fighting stance in the hopes that he could stave off the attack. Soon, the pack of raptors was bearing down on him with all their ferocity. At first, it seemed as though the monstrous assailants were damn well determined to hit him head on with everything they had, but this turned out not to be the case. At the last possible second, the raptors broke off into three groups of two and surrounded him. Filosa raptors were a species of small carnivorous dinosaurs that were well known for their speed and intelligence in hunting.
"Shit!" cursed the boy fighter, "This complicates things."
Suddenly and without warning, the whole group of living, breathing killing machines jumped high into the air and started to come down right where Yeung was standing. Just before the raptor pack's melee hit its mark though, Yeung rolled to the side causing most of the group with the exception of one to fall onto each other in a heap.
The one that landed on its' feet resumed its' bloodthirsty triad and ran at Yeung as fast as it could. It stopped just short of the boy, and the two began to circle one another. The lone raptor then leaped at Yeung and began using its' tail as a whip in an attempt to trip the boy up. The cheap tactic proved adequate and Yeung soon found himself sprawled out on his backside. The giant lizard then leapt high into the air and came down on Yeung with enough force that Yeung could have sworn that someone had dropped a piano on him. The raptor straddled him and began to lash out at the boy fighter with jaws and claws. Yeung darted his head back and forth to avoid the animal's strikes that were directed at his face and used his powerful arms to brace the creatures' clawed forelimbs. He realized that the other raptors would be recovering soon and so he had to finish this quickly. Getting an idea, Yeung released the forearms of the carnivore and locked his arms around the thing in a powerful bear hug. The raptor thrashed and squealed and clawed, but in the end, it made little difference. The fight's end was signaled by a hollow snap.
With his first opponent finished, Yeung threw the sickening creatures' body to the side like a sack of potatoes and readied himself for his next adversary. He didn't have to wait very long. The other six raptors were up and about, and they were pissed. The whole group again charged at Yeung and once again surrounded him.
'This again? Didn't they learn their lesson the first time?' thought Yeung as he looked around at the monstrous dinosaurs. Then, as if Yeung had jinxed himself, the raptors began to run around him in a tightening circle.
"OK. This is new," said the boy as he began to trade blows with his determined opponents. "Crap! I can't keep my eyes on all of them." He was stuck in the middle of a whirlwind of claws and fangs and was moving franticly to block and dodge the blur of strikes at his legs and torso. It didn't take too long before the filosa raptor version of the wolf gang attack wore down the strident young warrior. The first serious blow by the sinister reptiles came to fruition when Yeung was nailed across the upper back by a spring loaded tail whip. The attack caused the fighter to stumble forward into yet another well placed attack that knocked him back into yet another one. Yeung tried desperately to work his way back into the middle of the fight where he believed he would have the best chance at regaining the defensive edge, but every time he would attempt to stop himself he would be batted around as though he were in a giant pinball machine. And that doesn't even take into account what Yeung had to do to avoid being bitten.
Yeung soon found himself at his wits' end. Bloodied and denied the defensive high ground, he saw no other alternative than to make one all or nothing effort at taking the offensive. He gathered his strength and rushed the moving circle of predators that had imprisoned him. This course of action got Yeung a bite to the thigh but nonetheless allowed him to cause the whole group to trip all over him in a tangled pile.
Seeing this as his only chance to stay on the offense against his savage enemies, Yeung decided to act on it. From beneath the pile, Yeung worked his way into a sitting position and lifted the entire group of rampaging cretins above his head. Their constant thrashing and squirming made this feat of strength difficult for the boy to accomplish. He spread his legs and placed one foot behind himself so as to act as a brace. He then hurled the entire group of ravenous dinos into a field of cacti. This task accomplished, Yeung relaxed for a moment so that he could catch his breath for the next round of fighting with the lizards from Hell.
Meanwhile, over in the cactus patch the raptor pack was writhing in untold agony as their every move caused more and more spines to be impaled into their scaled hides. They crawled on top of one another in search of relief from the torment that was the thorns. This activity led to an accident for it seemed as though one of the raptors was trampled to death by its' comrades' fitted jostling. The leader of the pack whether by intelligence or sheer luck found a way out of the patch. It climbed on top of one of its' fellow pack members and used him/her as a spring board to launch itself out of the cacti field. Unfortunately for it though, Yeung was waiting for it on the outside.
"Was it good for you?" asked Yeung in the most sarcastic manner before charging full force into the filosa raptor. He leaped horizontally at incredible speeds, and before the raptor could register what was going on, Yeung plowed into his opponent's muzzle with a super-powered dropkick. With its lower jaw broken and its nasal cavity jammed right into it's lower brain cavity, the creature began to wail in indescribable pain, it's very gasps and cries ejecting cerebrospinal fluid all over Yeung. Soon though, its cries of torment subsided as it slumped over dead with its face buried in the sand.
His latest individual match against the raptors over, the teenaged grappler quickly hurried to his tent. He fished around in his backpack until he found what he was desperately looking for.
"This outta even things up a bit," said Yeung as he looked upon a large hunting knife that he had purchased while in West City. He withdrew the knife from its leather sheath and ran back to the cactus patch. He ducked behind where he believed his enemies would eventually come filing out and there he waited. There was no point in running from the killer predators for it would only be a matter of time before they caught up to him using both their tremendous speed and their sense of smell. No! There would be no running. This was it. It ended now.
Sure enough, the crazed raptors started to make their way over the thorned plants determined to destroy the one pitiful mammal that dared to do this to them. However, they had no idea as of what to expect when they finally made it over the wall of needled weeds.
Feeling that one of his targets was crawling over the cactus stalk right above him, Yeung jumped high into the air and jut his hunting knife forward. His knife successfully impaled one of his opponents right in the lower extremities. The stuck raptor fell to the ground bleeding profusely from beneath its tail. While it was downed, Yeung leapt onto the raging beast and delivered a powerful stomp to the base of the monster's neck killing it in an instant.
Now that half of his enemy's numbers had been exhausted, Yeung figured it was time for a frontal assault. Murder written all over their ugly mugs, the remaining four raptors covered in bloody sores stumbled out from over the cactus obstruction that separated them from their target. They straightened themselves out and once again attempted to use the wolf gang assault against Yeung. They began running at high speeds around the boy to see if they could duplicate their earlier success. Yeung braced himself for this assault knowing that it was gonna be hell. The only difference this time was the boy's demeanor. His aura was that of preparedness and confidence.
'This is getting old? Oh well, bring it on. I'm ready for you this time.' Yeung assured himself mentally. With knife in hand, the kid swung low and sliced one of his opponent's feet right off. The unfortunate raptor fell face first into the dirt, only this time its comrades didn't make the mistake of tripping over it. As they came around they jumped one by one over their downed kin. Seizing opportunity where it exists, Yeung reached down and grabbed the filosa raptors' tail. He then began to swing the entire dinosaur around him like a ball and chain. He continued to swing his adversary in a circle over his head until he managed to use him/her/it to knock the crap out of one of the other dinosaurs.
With their two compadres knocked cold and one of them missing its foot, the remaining two raptors weighed their options. They began to back away from Yeung slowly and turned to leave. Yeung had thought about letting them go but then decided against it.
"Where ya going?" asked Yeung sarcastically. "The party has just begun hehehe…." There was no way Yeung was going to let them escape. If he passed out, there was a chance that they could double back and kill him in his sleep. He started chasing the two rogue dinos back towards the cactus patch. Yes, the dreaded cactus patch. Soon there was no where left for them to run which meant that hand to hand combat with Yeung was the only way out for either of the reptilian bastards.
All three combatants, especially Yeung, were wary of battle. They had been locked in a life or death struggle for the past thirty minutes, and the heat was beginning to get to them. The two sides eyed one another for about a minute until Yeung decided to make the first move. He began to advance on his prey slowly. The boy hadn't eaten in over eighteen hours and this changed the way he saw these creatures profoundly. At first he wanted to kill them because of the death of his friends. Now however, it was a game of winner eats all. The raptors bowed up to him in the hopes of discouraging him but this had about the same effect as before. Then, without warning and without any extra subtle movements Yeung reached out and grabbed both carnivores by the muzzle and started bashing their heads into each other. He wanted to toy with his kill before eating it. He continued to smash their heads together until he grew bored with this.
"Any good cook knows that it's important to tenderize the meat before consumption," stated Yeung, letting the filosa raptors to fall to the ground in a heap. He bent down and picked one of them up by the shoulder and braced his hand against the monster's head. He then jerked the raptor's shoulder back so hard that he ripped its' forelimb off. Blood gushed from the place of amputation like a geyser until the fallen beast lost consciousness one last time. Yeung then uppercut the remaining carnivore in the gut with enough force to make a world heavyweight champion envious tearing into most of the creatures' intestines in the process.
Thinking the fight was over, Yeung began to walk back to the other three raptor bodies so that he could reclaim his knife. Suddenly, the one surviving raptor that he had knocked out earlier came up from behind and leapt for him. Yeung just barely managed to see him in time. The kid reached up and jabbed the dinosaur in the throat just as it was coming down on him. There the animal hung, impaled on Master Yeung's skinny fingers. The animal thrashed wildly as Yeung began to squeeze. He then ripped the things' windpipe out in one swift movement. He slung his kill over his shoulder and staggered over to where his knife lay on the sandy desert surface. After retrieving his knife, the powerful youth headed back to the tent with his prize.
On his way back to the tent, Yeung stopped to pay his respects for his new friends. He kneeled down before their prone bodies and began to dig two tiny holes. He then gently laid each of the dead tyrannosaurs into their respective graves. Next, he began to offer a few final words to them.
"Guys," whispered Yeung, "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me most. The more I see all these dead bodies pilling up around me, the more I'm beginning to see myself as a failure. It isn't the first time someone died because I was not there to help them, but I promise you that I won't fail anyone else. I swear to you. With God as my witness, I won't let Gingertown down. I ain't just getting revenge for myself. I'm getting revenge for everyone."
Yeung was in tears of anguish over the graves of two creatures that he had just met. He may as well have been presiding over the graves of his parents or that of his girlfriend for that matter. He stood up, dried his eyes, and continued back to his campsite.
The side order of filosa raptor that Yeung had just woofed down wasn't as good as he would have liked, but it was certainly better that the rotten piece of steak that he had pulled out of his backpack the night before. Contented, Yeung made his way to his tent for a much needed nap.
At around noon, the boy began to stir. Feeling stiff, he sat up and stretched. He felt several joints pop from this as he reached for his canteen. He unscrewed the top of the tin container and prepared to take a deep swig only to discover one thing: The canteen was empty.
"Oh shit!" cursed the young warrior as he shook the canteen back and forth hoping to find at least a small amount of water left.
"Bad time to run out of water," stated Yeung. "I'm in the frickin desert for Christ's sake! If I have to look for water, it's gonna set me back at least a day or so. Sure I can spare a few days, but I wanted to have a few days left to practice before my fight with Cell. Groan, I guess if I want to survive this ordeal I had better locate some water and fast."
He slowly crawled out of his tent dragging his backpack behind him. He put his tent back in its' capsule and headed over to the cactus patch where he and the filosa raptors had fought three hours earlier. The raptor's carcasses had begun to smell and this attracted vultures to the kill sites. Yeung covered his face with his hands hoping to keep the sickening smell at bay. Imagine the odor of fried snake combined with that of dead rat and you'll understand why this stench was such a big deal.
Upon reaching the cactuses, Yeung fished out his hunting knife and started drilling into the cactus trunks. This however only produced a few drops of moisture. After a few attempts at this activity, Yeung gave up and figured that there was a better way. After momentarily sheathing his knife, he bent over and began to dig with his hands. He kept digging until he found the roots of the said cacti. He drew his hunting knife again and cut a sizable spider root from the plant. He then peeled the root until nothing but whitish-green pulp remained which he popped into his mouth. He chewed on the cactus root for about half a minute and swallowed the whole peace. It tasted bitter but at least it would stave off dehydration.
With this task completed, he then turned around to continue on his way. Yeung withdrew his compass to get his bearings straight. He headed northeast, the direction that he believed Cell to be. He had a still empty canteen and a long way to go. He sped off running in the general direction of the Cell Games, the place that he believed would define the rest of his life as a fighter.
Four hours had past and Yeung was once again feeling the effects of the desert sun. He had not gotten a chance to fill his canteen and did not expect to do so anytime soon. In the distance, he could see the glistening snow covered peaks of a mountain range coming into view. Frustrated, Yeung stopped to consider his options.
"No way I'm going to be able to get over that let alone reach it without a full canteen," Yeung said to himself. "I can't just horde around a bundle of cactus stalks the whole time! There's just no way!"
Feeling as though he had finally reached his whit's end, Yeung fell onto the sand beneath him. He felt like all hope of making it out of the desert alive, much less making it to the location of the Cell Games, was lost. Defeated, the melancholy teen closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. He so wanted to make sure that his girlfriend, Neiegi, and her family did not die in vain. He felt a single tear slide down his cheek and drop to the scorched sandy earth, evaporating on contact.
"Nei, I failed you…" whispered Yeung to himself.
Suddenly, Yeung felt something ticklish brush up against his face. Surprised, the boy jerked his head back from whatever touched him only to behold a single dandelion weed.
"Vegetation!" declared Yeung as he shot up from the plant. He stared at the lone plant in wonder.
'How can a dandelion survive in the middle of a barren wasteland such as this? It doesn't seem likely. Maybe it's a mirage.'
Yeung then remembered something from his days of training under King Choppa…
It was the third year of Yeung's training under the Lion of Martial Arts, King Choppoa. The old master had decided to take a group of his most advanced pupils to the deserts that neighbored his mountain fiefdom to teach them the fundamentals of survival in the wilderness. Together, Choppa and his students had braved the desert for three whole months, and during that entire time, only one of his students had died from exposure. They were miles from anywhere, the sun was hot, their water supply was dwindling, and a truly fearsome foe was hot on their heels.
"Listen well apprentices," spoke Choppa, "The Kuma Mercenary Clan is hell-bent on seeing to it that we don't make it out of their desert hunting grounds. I estimate that there will be at least two more weeks of traveling before we can escape their wrath and by then I fear that they will have already caught up to us."
"Then I say we make our stand here and now!" voiced one of his students. "Let them come! I am ready! I am tired of running! Let's die with honor my brothers!" To this brave rhetoric there were wild cheers erupting from his fellow students. The rabble rousing lasted for about a minute until Choppa had had enough.
"Silence you fools!" snapped the old warrior. "You know not what you are saying. They vastly outnumber us. That, and they are very powerful individually, especially their leader. We must have a plan."
"Master," said Fein, "What do you suggest?"
"Hmmm…" mussed Choppa as he surveyed the surrounding area. He soon caught sight of an unusually healthy bush that had lush foliage adorning its' branches. That's when it hit him.
"We're in a desert aren't we?" Choppa inquired. "So, we find out where the largest and most useable water supply is and we us it as bait. Those bastards have to get thirsty some time, and when they do we will have a surprise waiting for them."
"But master," started Yeung, "How are we going to find this water source?"
At his star student's question Choppa simply smirked. "We follow the bushes."
"Huh?!"
"You heard me," asserted the former champ. "Where there is healthy plant life in a desert, there is water. Let's go men!"
"Yes Sir!"
Reflecting on one of his earlier experiences while training under King Choppa, Yeung had finally come up with a way to solve his water crisis.
"That's it," Yeung stated abruptly. "All I have to do is find where the next nearest healthy plant is located. Where there is plant life in a desert, there will most likely be water."
Yeung sat his backpack down near the single plant and began to walk in an ever widening circle. It wasn't long before he had found yet another plant, this one some 250 yards from the first one. Yeung ran back to retrieve his backpack and repeated this process with the second plant. Some 150 yards from the second plant he found two additional plants, and 75 yards from them he found still more plants. This continued until he had discovered a continuous row of lush vegetation that ran around a gently slopping sand dune.
"Here we are!" said Yeung to himself as he ran over sand dune. "I just hope this is what I'm looking for."
When Yeung made it over the hill, he nearly cried tears of joy at what he saw. Below him there rested a beautiful oasis surrounded by fields of wild dates. He had found it. He had finally found his salvation. His mouth salivated at the prospects of both a desperately needed drink of water and a full belly.
Excited, he geared up into a full fledged run towards the body of water barely a few acres away from him, and just when he was about to reach the water's edge, he heard a mighty roar that seemed to resonate all around him. Frightened, Yeung turned to see a massive, carnivorous dinosaur striding down the slope of a sand dune. It was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, an adult one, and it was heading right for him.
"Holy Shit!" shouted Yeung as he fixed himself into a fighting position, "What is this place? Jurassic Park!!?" There was no escaping this. It was a well-known fact that T-Rex hunted based on vision, and this particular ravenous dinosaur was locked on to him. Normally, this would not be a problem for him, but his dehydrated and weakened condition ensured that he had no chance of running away. This was going to be one hell of a tussle.
"Alright big guy!" screamed the boy grappler in a mixture of fear and rage, "You want some? Fine! Let's do it!" Yeung threw his bag aside and began to run as fast as he could at the giant carnivore. Due to weakness, he stumbled several times in his charge.
The Tyrannosaur could not help but notice the exhausted state of its' prey. Before, it had sensed that this potential meal could prove to be quite troublesome. Now, however, it couldn't possibly pass up this opportunity. Locked on to Yeung, it sped forward with confidence thinking the fight was already won. Some distance before reaching Yeung, the large dinosaur opened its' massive jaws preparing to scoop up the teen fighter who was hap hazardously running at it. Fortunately for Yeung though, this was not to be the case.
At the last possible moment, Yeung leaped high into the air with a degree of speed so great that it left the Tyrannosaur falling all over itself stupified. This was it. He could either land and fight this creature head to head, a fight that he knew damned well he could not win, or he could quickly come up with a plan. Just before Yeung started falling towards the ground, an idea came to him. "HEY UGLY!" hollered the rambunctious fighter, "YOU LOOKIN FOR ME?!"
On the ground, the tyrant king looked up at the teen warrior who had just become airborn and opened its' impressive maul so that Yeung would fall straight down his throat. It would devoir this pitiful human that dared to trespass on its' domain.
Up in the air, Yeung straightened out his body for his initial strike. "Err.. ARIEAL ATTACK!" screamed the boy as he began to freefall headfirst at an enormous speed. He held his fists out in front of him as he fell 100, 200, 300ft. His velocity grew and grew until he felt a blast of air explode around him signaling that he had just broken the sound barrier. Yeung smiled inwardly to himself. This T-Rex was gonna be in for a very rude awakening. Soon, his attack had found its' mark. Yeung exploded into the back of his opponent's mouth like a bullet, knocking the T-Rex right into the ground beneath it.
Once inside the monster's mouth, Yeung began to beat the shit out of the creatures' soft interior. The creature writhed in sheer agony as Yeung dropkicked it's larynx into next Tuesday. The tyrannosaur belched and barfed as forcefully as it could in the hopes of relieving itself of the pain the youth was causing it. Yeung climbed back up it's throat and delivered one, two, three punches to his massive opponent's middle ear breaking it's ear bones in the process. Finally, the T-Rex managed to spit up both its' tiny adversary along with a great deal of its' own blood as well.
Yeung left a deep crater where he hit the ground with a loud thud. He slowly rose to his feet preparing to finish the job he had started. His battle strategy had worked beautifully by allowing him to cripple his far larger combatant without forcing him to have to use up very much of his own energy, energy that he didn't even have by the way, in a long drawn out slobber-knocker.
The T-Rex had quite literally bitten off more than it could chew. With its' vision becoming blurred, it tried everything it could to get to its' feet. After several shaky attempts involving the use of its' severely undersized forelimbs, it had finally succeeded in standing only to be hunched over in a fest of blood-filled vomiting. Unknown to his opponent, however, the tyrannosaur was not as affected as it let on. This was a well-conceived and desperate ruse that the T-Rex planned to use to its' fullest.
Sensing victory was at hand, Yeung decided once again to let gravity do the work for him. He jumped vertically high into the air and straightened out his body so that his final blow would once again follow through. He straightened out his left leg to enable him to hammer his downed opponent with a supersonic arieal kick.
"OK big guy!" yelled the under aged warrior, "It's Over!" Yeung continued falling at his adversary, and just as he was about to connect, the tyrannosaur sprung his own counter offensive into action. At the very last second, the rampaging dino spring-boarded itself high into the air towards Yeung using its' legs, and twisting it's whole body around, it sent its' massive tail into auto wind. What followed was a loud explosive sound that could be heard miles around as the giant carnivores' tail connected with Yeung's body. This sent the boy flying a good five hundred yards until he connected with a distant sand dune with the inertia of an explosion. The force of Yeung's impact upon the sand was so strong in fact that a crater somewhere in the neighborhood of five meters wide formed in the side of the dune. The sand dune caved in around Yeung creating a steep incline on all sides of the boy.
Expecting a more friendly meal this time around, the tyrannosaur slowly made its' way over to spot of Yeung's collision with the sand. Its' massive footfalls created impact tremors with every step causing still more sand to slide down the sides of the crater and onto Yeung's fallen form.
The sand and debris falling onto him caused Yeung to stir. He opened his eyes trying to get his bearings straight. He reached up and started shaking his head in an attempt to get the world to stop spinning. All around him he heard low-pitched booms, each one following the other, growing louder and louder as though some great ominous force were heading towards him. He got to a squatting position and through sheer will pushed himself up onto his feet. He accomplished this none too soon, for outside the crater, the enemy tyrannosaur was stumbling up the sides of the sand dune and would soon be bearing down on him with all its' wrath. He looked around trying frantically to find out which direction his opponent would come from next.
Suddenly and without warning, the great beast burst through the sand right behind him. Yeung turned around with only seconds to spare before the large predator clamped down on him with his massive jaws. However, the tyrannosaur was unable to complete the finishing bite. Just before its' jaws completely closed, Yeung grabbed the dino's long canine fangs that rested in both its' lower and upper jaws and used them to pry it's gaping maul open. This only served to tick off the tyrant king as the savage lizard began to sling the boy around like a sack of potatoes.
Yeung held on for dear life hoping beyond all hope that an opportunity would soon present itself. Soon, however, his grip on the monster's fangs weakened enough for the tyrant lizard king to flail him right over the side of the crater and face first into the soil on the outside.
"Damned! None of King Choppa's training seems to be helping me with this guy," sneered Yeung angrily as he pulled himself up. "God, I'm so tired... I just wanted a drink…" He looked up to see the adult tyrannosaur standing over him. It was leering down at him with a look of pure hatred etched onto its' face.
"I guess this is my only chance," Yeung said to himself. "I really didn't want to resort to such a cheap move but desperate times call for desperate measures." Just as the T-Rex was about to chomp down on him, Yeung half ran, half stumbled under the dinosaur. In its' own injured state the dinosaur was not able to keep up with the boy warrior. Once under the creature, Yeung began to use a little known martial arts move.
"Let's see how you like my Dragon Stomp!" shouted Yeung competently as he plowed his heel into the tyrant lizards toes. The creature wailed in agony as Yeung broke one toe after another causing the monster to fall to the sandy ground. Yeung then hoped on top of the great beast and began to deliver his patented dragon stomp repeatedly to its' chest, neck, and head. Yeung's face contorted to a sickening smile as he heard each and every bone in the tyrannosaur's body break as though they were made of paper mashie. He then brought his hands to his sides and readied himself for his next offensive on his downed opponent. He let loose with an uppercut so powerful that his fist impaled his opponent through the eye socket.
When it was all over, the once fearsome tyrannosaur lay there dying. Blood gushed out of its' head wounds and formed a crimson puddle all around it. On top of it, Yeung stood triumphant his hands covered in the blood of his adversary. When he turned to walk away he was stopped by a pain-filled moan. He turned back around to see the good eye of the tyrannosaur looking at him as though the once proud creature were peering into his very soul. It allowed a single tear to slide down the side of it's large muzzle as if it were saying 'please.' Yeung got the idea and simply nodded to convey his understanding.
"If this is what you want, I will honor your wishes." Yeung assumed a fighting position and delivered a crushing axe handle to the cranium of the downed monster giving it the mercy killing it so craved. The T-Rex's body twitched a few times before it stilled completely. Yeung then turned to stagger back in the direction of the oasis so that he could have his well-earned drink.
Author's Note: I hope that I am not getting too repetitive with the telling of my story. It seems that our hero is going to get more practice than he bargained for before it's all over. Anyway, please review. Below are the power levels of this chapter's characters.
Rolo Yeung: 112
filosa raptor: 50
Adult T-Rex: 85(The only reason he put up such a good fight against Yeung was because Yeung was exhausted.)