Clash of the Shark Toothed Lizards: Fight 3

Eocarcharia vs Concavenator 

Concavenator 

Length: 8 meters 

Weight: 2 tons 

Height: 2 meters 

Concavenator appears to be an odd mix of Spinosaur and Carcharodontosaur. While it's closely related to Carcharodontosaurs, It has an odd hump like a spinosaur( despite the fact spinosaurs had Sails) near the end of it's spinal column. It is known to act like the hump of a camel, storing fat and in times of drought, water. Concavenator is typically a light orange color with faint gray speckling all over the body, they also  have feathers on the forearms and wrists, and these are used for both display for mates  and intimidation of rivals. 

Eocarcharia 

Length:8 meters

 Weight: 1 ton 

Height: 2.2 meters

Like it's larger relative, Eocarcharia is a voracious hunter. They form impromptu packs to take down prey as much as 10x larger then themselves. For the most part however, they are solitary and highly aggressive...especially the mothers when they have eggs. The young stay with their mother for up to two years before striking out on their own. Eocarcharia has a dark brown body with two red crests above the eyes. 

And...Begin..  

The old female Concavenator blearily got up from the cold cave ground. She cringed under the torn ligament in her thigh. Moving had been tough on the old monster. Times were now even more tough with the population of large bodied predators sky rocketing recently. The nest raiders had virtually gone extinct on Nublar, the large predators now wreak havoc on the tiny island. 

She stood at the front of her cave, taking in one deep breath of crisp afternoon air. She surveyed the terrain intently, looking for an easy meal. Her stomach rumbled endlessly. 

She spotted a small pterosaur, sitting on a low hanging branch of a tall redwood. She crept forward, salivating at the mere thought of a meal. The small pterosaur was skin and bones, but it would do. 

She got to within ten feet, and all was silent. The pterosaur was still  not alerted to the enormous predators location. With a powerful bound, The female Concavenator lunged forward and grasped the small pterosaur. It shrieked in alarm and attempted to free itself, but was duly. smashed into the trunk of the gigantic tree. 

She was joined by a male, very much smaller then she but enormous in girth. They had shared the territory for a decade now, defending it from any other predators keen on taking the pristine little meadow they occupied. He watched while she ate, keeping an eye on her bad leg. 

Nearby, A trio of Eocarcharia is on the hunt. A band of Brothers, these Carcharodontosaurs aren't after any herbivore. They have become addicted to the flesh of other Carnivores. They had killed a Daspletosaurus around a week ago, but now that carcass was picked clean. 

The dull thud sound of the Pterosaur hitting the tree had the Eocarcharia on full alert. They now walked hastily to the location. 

When they arrived, the female Concavenator had her back to them. The male was drinking wearily from a small pond, his broad tail swinging well above his head. He was their target. With a low, trumpeting growl, the lead Eocarcharia walked around. He would distract the female. The two others hunkered down, legs ready to spring forward. 

The roar got The female Concavenators full attention. She turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and stood face to face with the lead Eocarcharia. She shrieked in response, showing off her massive pearly white teeth to the predator. 

The concavenator lurched forward, snapping his jaws inches away from the aged Concavenators snout. 

An unearthly shriek from behind snapped her focus. One Eocarcharia had her Territory partner by the calf, and was attempting to drag him down. Another one stood some ten feet away, a puzzled look on its face. 

With rage running through her body, the female Concavenator went on the offensive. She sprinted forward and bit the Eocarcharia on the snout. She pulled with all her might, throwing him to the ground. 

She raised her leg to stomp him, but the swift Eocarcharia bit down on her foot. He jerked his head, she met him face to face on the cold grass. The two predators quickly got to their feet. 

The Concavenator ventured a glance at her partner. He had gotten the best of the smaller Eocarcharia, tearing its throat out with a quick bite to the neck. He now stared down the remaining Carcharodontosaur. 

When she turned back around, the Eocarcharia was gone. 

The blow came from the right. There was no sound. 

Like a run away freight train, the Eocarcharia plowed into the old Concavenators leg. She fell to the ground. Hard. 

He now towered above her, saliva flowing like a river from his impressive maw. He lowered his enormous head; she prepared for death. 

But the killing bite never came. 

She opened her eye and saw her territory partner, standing above her and roaring at the Eocarcharia. He shook his head from side to side, showing off the purple feathers on his fore arms. 

The Eocarcharia snorted in annoyance, and backed down. He walked to his fallen brother, and began to pull him away. The third Eocarcharia was no where to be seen. The fallen Carcharodontosaur would make a fine meal. 

The male Concavenator turned his attention to the female. As hard as she struggled, she couldn't get up. Her femur was broken, the bone poking through her leathery skin. He whimpered at her, and lay beside her. Her fate was sealed. 

Winner....Concavenator! 

A knock 'em out, drag 'em down kinda fight! Only gave Concavenator the win because the Eocarcharia was driven off.