PFG season 2 finale

Syntarsus vs Lophostropheus

Lophostropheus

Length: 3 meters

Weight: 500 lbs

Height: 1.8 meters

Era: Jurassic

Like its close relative Dilophosaurus, Lophosatropheus is a solitary hunter. It preys mostly on smaller theropods, but the species seems to like the stegosaurs more then anything else. They kill with their lethal hand claws, inflicting deep gashes then retreating to let the prey item die from blood loss. The jaws of lophostropheus are weakly built, and if enough pressure is applied, teeth will shatter. Lophostropheus is a light brown color with a muddy brown back and flank.

Syntarsus

Length: 1.8 meters

Weight: 400lbs

Height: 1.2 meters

Era: Late Triassic

Syntarus may look small and weak, but it is in fact, very strong. They will take small pacheycephalosaurs, and even the odd stegosaur. They prefer small mammals and reptiles, however. Syntarsus is a regular prey animal for the resident pterosaurs, and even the Ceratosaurs. They have a small amount of quills on the bak of the neck, which they will raise to attempt to make themselves look larger. Syntarsus is a yellow green color, with an orange crest.

And...Begin..

The Wintery wisps of fog settled over the plains of Isla Sorna like a ghost, grasping everything in a bitterly cold embrace. Most animals hid in the caves, evading the white ghosts death grip.

However, this wasn't the case for the Young Syntarsus pair. Being newly mated, they dared to go any where. They were in  search of a new territory. The male was slightly larger, his normally orange crest a fiery red. The female was smaller, but more powerfully built. Her teeth are abnormally long for the species, but this doesn't hinder her much.

Nearby, an old bull Lophostropheus is on his usual patrol route. This territory had been his for the better part of five years. He had many challengers, but his battle hardened soul had remained steadfast. This place would be his until the day he died. 

The unusually cold morning had spurred him into his routine, he breathed in the crisp air and shuddered. He was unaccustomed to this, as were most animals of his time.

The male Syntarsus hopped up on a large rock, and surveyed the land around him. His eyes landed on the ghostly sihlouette of the Lophostropheus.

He began to chirp out rhythmically,shaking his head side to side. The female repeated the gesture. 

The Dilophosaur instantly heard this, and changed his path. He headed right towards the two Coelophysids without a pause.

From the distance he was at, he could see they were smaller then him. Although there was two, he would take care of the threat with ease. The frozen grass crunched ominously with each thudding footstep.

The male Syntarsus stayed on the rock, and now growled at the approaching threat. The female took a few unsure steps backwards, but her eyes never left the Dilophosaur.

Within thirty seconds, the Dilophosaur was now standing directly over the female Syntarsus, the male directly next to him. He payed it no attention. The Lophostropheus roared at the female, snapping his jaws and slashing at the air with his large claws. The female backed down with a pitiful whine.

The male, thinking the animal had severly injured his mate, turned and jumped onto the dilophosaurs side. He bit down around the spine and attempted to evicerate the old bull. The Dilophosaur jumped with fright, the hot sensation of blood running freely unnerved him. He slammed himself against the large rock, and t he Syntarsus squealed in pain. 

The female jumped into action. She sprinted at the dilophosaur, leaping for his throat.

He swatted her out of the air with ease, her body hitting the cold grass with a loud thud. He approached the fallen animal, teeth bared.

The male met him in front of her body. He looked up at the Dilophosaur, roaring with all he could. The Dilophosaur wasn't amused. He lunged forward, intent on dispatching the little menace.

The agile male Syntarsus leapt to the side, and again jumped onto the Lophostropheus' side. Making large wounds even worse.

The slippery consitancy of the Dilophosaurs skin made the Syntarsus loose his grip, and he slid off. He Lophostropheus took the oppurtunity. He span around and picked up the little predator in his jaws, attempting to crush him.

The male Syntarsus squealed in agony.

Unbeknownst to the Lophostropheus, the female had stirred and gotten to her feet. Upon seeing the gruesome sight, she went on the offensive. She crept up on the Lophostropheus, and squealed at him. He turned, her mate still in his mouth. She leapt for his throat, claws at the ready.

Unprepared for this, the Dilophosaur could only stand in confusion and panic. The female Coelophysid ripped her claws against the old predators neck, an instant river of blood came spurting out of his neck. It covered the freshly dewed grass with an ugly spattering of red.

The old Dilophosaur sank to the ground, releasing her mate from the death grip he had. Blood still flowed freely from the gruesome looking wound. 

Her mate was lying beside the fallen Lophostropheus, his breathing shallow. His stomach had been torn open, his intestines strewn on the grass like coils of fat snakes. She walked over to his body, and touched snouts with him. She lay next to him, knowing she would have to raise her clutch of eggs alone on the unforgiving island..

Winner of Prehistoric Fighting Grounds: Season 2....Syntarsus!

Quite the little brute, this species battled their way to the top and won the season!