Scenarios

The Dibble

A lone diabloceratops walks with a purpose. Something is wrong and he can sense it. Creatures of the island surround him, but he ignores them. He has no time to care about them. A pack of austroraptors is play-fighting, and tumbles into his path. He continues onwards. When they notice him, one screeches and they all scramble out of his way. No one messes with the Dibble, and everyone on the island knows it. An allosaurus and ceratosaurus charge out of the forest, real-fighting. They circle each other, right in the Dibble's path, having not noticed him yet. They charge at each other once more, but stop just in time as the Dibble passes between them. The allo cries in dismay and the cerato growls at it. They both step back and wait for the Dibble to pass. Once he's a safe distance away, they meet once more in a flurry of claws and teeth. Finally he sees his destination. A xenoceratops lies injured on the ground, surrounded by at least 9 utahraptors. The Dibble doesn't know why he feels the urge to rescue this strange ceratopsian, but he knows he must. With a ferocious roar he rushes to the xenoceratops's rescue. "Back off!" He shouts at the utahs. All but one recoil, but don't run yet. They're not so ready to give up such a meal, even for the Dibble. The alpha steps forward, the largest of the nine. "Little far from swamp, aren't you, little dibble?" He taunts. The second biggest steps forward as well, far more worried about this situation than his alpha. "Ted, this is not someone to mess with." He whispers. "Let's just go find something else to eat." "You'll do what I tell you to do, George!" Barks the leader, Ted. George backs down. None of the raptors depart. It seems their loyalty to their alpha outweighs their fear of the Dibble. "Last warning. Begone!" The Dibble growls. "Looks like we'll be having xeno and diablo for dinner tonight, fellas!" Ted laughs. The others aren't as enthusiastic. Ted charges, and the others follow suit. In one quick motion, the Dibble hooks his lower horns under Ted and rears back, tossing Ted away. The next raptor comes in, and the Dibble swings his head like a club, batting it away. Another pair split to come at him from opposite sides. The Dibble turns and impales one outright with one of his upper horns, and then swings back around, slamming one of his lower horns into the other. He shakes their bodies off, and turns to meet his next foe. The raptors don't charge recklessly anymore. They circle him as Ted recovers from being thrown. It seems the raptor that got head-butted has died from the impact. "What are you idiots doing?!" Ted roars. "It's just one diabloceratops! Get him!" He rushes in once more, as do the others. The Dibble charges at the nearest raptor, knocking it off it's feet. The one behind it narrowly dives to the side, avoiding the Dibble's horns. The third one is not so lucky. It finds itself with nowhere to go, and is gored by his lower horns. The Dibble shakes off the corpse and chases after the raptors. Now they stay out of his range. Finally the Dibble stops and stands still. He spins around, trying to keep his eyes on as many of the raptors as he can. He roars as a few circle behind him. Suddenly he feels a great pain as one jumps on his back and tears into him. The Dibble bucks it off and quickly stomps on it's head while it's down. Only four raptors remain. "Come on then!" He roars. Ted has rage in his eyes, but the other raptors don't look at all eager to continue this fight. "I'm done with this. Nothing is worth fighting the Dibble for." Says George. He bolts off into the woods, the other two raptors close on his tail. "Get back here! Cowards!" Ted screeches. While he's distracted, the Dibble makes a decisive charge and impales Ted with his horns. Ted gasps as one lower horn goes straight through his torso, and one upper goes right through his neck. His life fades quickly. After scraping Ted's corpse off his horns, the Dibble trots over to check on the xenoceratops. "Are you going to make it?" He asks. The xeno gets up shakily. "I think I will. I just need to find a safe place to rest." He says, he has a thick Jamaican accent. "Come with me. My island will suffice." The Dibble responds. He starts to walk off, but the xeno doesn't move. "You... you saved me. Why?" He asks. "I couldn't very well leave you to die, could I? Come, we must hurry." They both get moving, and the xeno speaks once more. "I owe you my life. My name is Tosh, and I am an assassin. Once I am healed, you can request any target of me, and I will take care of it, free of charge." He says. The Dibble only grunts in response. The rest of the trip is spent in silence.