Torvosaurus vs Acrocanthosaurus

Acrocanthosaurus

Length: 11 meters

Weight: 3.5 tons

Height: 3 meters

Era: Early cretacious

A giant allosaurid that is truly a sauropod hunter. It stalks the massive herds of tree grazers, always keeping a vigil eye out for young, weak, or old animals. They are often seen hunting in small packs of 3-5, in which they will take healthy adult animals. Acrocanthosaurus is an animal well adapted to dry conditions. While other dinosaur species wander aimlessly in times of drought, Acro tends to stay put. They pick off the weakened animals with ease. Acrocanthosaurus is a mottled brown animal, with a dull orange sail.

Torvosaurus

Length: 10.5 meters

Weight: 3 tons

Height: 2.4 meters

Era: mid Jurassic

Torvosaurus is the big bad kid on the block. In it's natural time period, it was the apex predator. These large animals would use their impressive size to steal a kill from an allosaurus, or even a ceratosaurus. On site B, however, it's quite a different story. They are often drawn into conflict with other large predators. Often, blood is drawn. Torvosaurus is an oppurtunist. They will take any animal they can kill, and have even been seen attacking a healthy adult paralititan. The outcome is uncertain, as no body was ever discovered. Torvosaurus has a overcast grey body, and a dull yellow head. Brown spots are visible on the head of mature adult males.

And...Begin..

The ground trembles slightly as a mature male Torvosaurus walks up a large hill. The hill was rather sttep, and the Megalosaur was having a rather difficult time navigating it. He manages, and takes in his territory. From the top. His valley home is dotted with the vague form of plant eaters, slowly making their way to the plentiful vegitation scattered throughout the valley. The ambient bellow of the resident Brachiosaurs echoed through the calm mid day air. With a snort, the Torvosaur male walked down the hill, towards the vegitarians. He flexes his claws in anticipation of a kill.

Around 3oo yards away, a small flock of Gallimimus are rooting at the ground. They are too busy with their task, that they do not see the massive killer. The bull megalosaur crouches, and slowly moves forward. The Bright green bodies of the omnivores plainly sticks out from the lush green of the vegitation, the dull earth tones of the ground. The Torvosaurus hunkers down behind a fallen tree, snorting breaths almost giving away his location. He picks his target.

A sub-adult nibbles at some fallen sequoia leaves, back turned to the predator. Eyes locked on the animal, The megalosaur makes his move.

He runs at the unsuspecting Gallimimus, and rams into it. The ornithomimid is sent tumblind to the ground. The predator has just locked his jaws around the long, vunerable neck, when a crashing sound catches his attention. Blood curdling screeches follow. Then the unsuspected sensation of a body hitting his own. 

The torvosaurus looks down to see a Gallimimus, eyes wide with fear. He looks up, and sees the cause. The ornithomimid escapes with his life.

An Acrocanthosaurus has just made a kill. Blood streams from her jaws as her eyes lock on the Megalosaur. She swallows the chunk of flesh, then gives a low trumeting growl. The bull Torvosaurus, angry at this intruder, flashing his huge steak knife teeth. The Carcharodontosaur puts her foot on her kill. She wasn't backing down. 

Fueled with anger and adrenaline, the Megalosaur darts forward. He bites down on the intruders snout, and shakes his head. Stunned, the Acrocanthosaurus takes a few blundering steps forward. The grip is released, but not without leaving its mark. The Torvosaurs' teeth lay embedded in her snout.

The hot liquid pours down her snout and into her left eye, blinding her temporarily. A white hot anger fuels the Carcharodontosaur. She lunges forward, jaws wide open. The male megalosaur was too late to respond.

The female theropod bites down on the back of his neck, shaking him like a ragdoll. The megalosaur takes a few limping steps forward. The Acro maintains her grip, shredding the flesh of her rival. The sickening sound of teeth on bone fills the air.

The Acrocanthosaurus wrestles the flailing theropod to the ground. With a swift movement, she pins him to the ground with her colossal foot. She bites down on his throat and repeats the shaking motion. She releases her grip, and blood shoots out at her like a cork from a wine bottle. The dying gasps of the megalosaur are drowned out by the triumphant roar of the Carcharodontosaur.

Winner....Acrocanthosaurus!

Larger, and a small deal stronger, the Acro had the edge.

This fight in honor of DinoFights week.