Isla Nublar Apocalypse II, Final Preview, Coming Tomorrow

Tyrance was in too much pain to stand...The sounds of screaming filled the air and his ears...But they suddenly went silent.  He snapped out of his trance, seeing a limp body lying lifeless in the jaws of Ultimus Dominum.  This somehow fueled him, and he clambered to his feet, ramming him in the stomach.  Dominum fell over the edge of the ravine, but grabbed the tyrant's ankle, sending both of them tumbling down.

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Ultimus shattered his sail on a rock as he hit the ground, screeching uncontrollably.  The monstrous abomination had sprained his ankles, broke his ribs, and snapped his arms.  He regenerated his injuries, observing his surroundings.  Jagged rocks stuck out of the side of the ravine wall, and he deduced that these were what caused his injuries.  In a psychotic fit of rage, he ripped them out of their places, throwing them around in a psychotic outburst.

When he had satisfied his rage, he remembered his enemies. He looked around, but they were nowhere to be seen.  The Ultimus assumed that his enemies were dead, catching sight of the injuried body of the theropod that he had thrown down the ravine before.  He lay in a puddle of his own blood, his wounds bleeding.

The Ultimate Lord walked towards the body, but was stopped by an ear-splitting roar.  He could feel the ground shaking underneath his 12-tonne body, staring at one of his footprints, which was now filled with water from the torrential downpour.  The water vibrated as the booming noises continued.

He then looked up, seeing a Godlike being step in front of the other body.  He snarled, his golden eyes never averting their gaze from him, penetrating the soul of the Ultimate Lord.  He let out another world-shaking bellow, to which the Ultimus responded with a cry of his own.  Thunder boomed and lightning crashed as the two most powerful beings on the island prepared to square off.  This was it, the final battle, the Tyrant Lord versus the Ultimate Lord.