A primordial jungle thrums with life, an era of the dinosaurs. There, stalking among the leaves and bushes he walks. Eyes scan the wilds around as The Jurassic Colossus sniffs the air. Even from here, the pulse of anger building can be seen.

The sounds of something larger crashes through the underbrush. A Pachycephalosaurus crashes in, the red and black dome on its head shining. It bellows out a challenge, and the Colossus roars in return.

They meet in the middle, heads clashing together with a crack. Bone splinters as the colossus’s spiked head pierces into the thick bone, a cry echoing from the dinosaur. The two shove back and forth, heads smacking into each other again and again. As wound begin to build up on the dinosaur’s skull, the humanoid dinosaur rushes forward. The Colossus wraps his hands around the back of his foe’s skull, and lifts.

With the neck exposed and in striking distance, the humanoid beast flings a knee. It strikes true, a splutter of blood escaping the dying beasts mouth as it gives a feeble cry. As the body slumps, the monster catches the weight by the neck. Clawed hands sever the skull from the dying beasts body as the Jurassic Colosuus screams in defiance.

He holds the gruesome trophy aloft for a moment before eying the oddly familiar dome. A snort leaves his nostrils, pupils dilating at it. From beneath jagged teeth, words tumble out.

“Thick headed. Brash. Weak. Stupid. Just like that human.”

A snarl forms on his lips at the thought of his foe momentarily, a fire burning behind his eyes. Trilling clicks from the bushes makes the Colossus look up. From beneath the foliage come the scavengers, eager to feast on the slain foes. Upon seeing the hulking monstrosity, they freeze. Eyes met the beast, seeking permission. After a moment, he nodded, turning from the swarm of creatures consuming the body.

“As it should be. Those weaker must obey the strong, or perish as the brash do. Survive, dominate, or become food for the scavengers”

Pulling the skull up to his face, he spoke to it as he left the body swarming with the feasting saurians behind.

“That Eclipse, he does not understand. He is showy, flashy. Had he simply beat me, that would have been the end. The showmanship, reaching his hand out as if we were equals?”

The words roll out in the form a low growl as claws tighten down on the skull sending fractures.

“It boils my blood. You dominate, or become dominated. This act? It is a spit into the face of the natural world. And for that, he will pay.”

“I will break him, tear him apart and hang the flimsy mask he holds next to my other trophies. Or I will die trying.”

We follow his march into the jungle, eventually reaching a cavern in the rocky facade. As he treads into the entrance, he stares back at us and utters a bone chilling roar, before vanishing inside with his newest trophy.