There was a whirring and banging. A single missile streaked out and collided, creating a massive fireball of blue and white flames that belied the missile's inauspicious size. A scarlet laser swept across the land, instantly igniting the already charred trees nearby and setting aflame what was left of the foliage.
It was a scene of absolute desolation, and in the midst of it was the perpetrator; a massive, hulking Acrocanthosaurus, 50 feet tall at the shoulder and 70 feet long from nose to tail. He was built like a small mountain, and had the temper of a vicious snake. He roared in victory at the scene around him, his bellow starting at a low rumble and quickly growing to the volume of nearby thunder, as he gazed at the fires. He was now King of the Squamas. His court would be his Tyrants. No other beings would dare approach him, for on his back was a mastery of amazing foreign weapons, the Annihilator, a box filled to capacity with a rationed supply of missiles and a destructive laser. With the Annihilator, he would rule.
But what was this? Out from a dense sheet of black and red flames leapt a small, young Squama whose hide was a dull yellow ocher in color and oddly lacking in injury, with a defiant expression on its face. He nearly laughed; this little nuisance, a mere mosquito compared to his size, dared to come against him? Why, this skirmish would be nothing more than stepping on the thing. He went to get his feet dirty when he spotted a miniature version of the Annihilator on the defiant bug's shoulders. His laughter died away and was replaced by a growl. He fired the laser that should slice the tiny irritation cleanly in two, but the young Squama nimbly and quickly leapt aside, and the laser bored a hole in the ground instead. He growled again; this little tyke was frustratingly agile. So what? A missile should take care of it. He fired, but again, the foe avoided his attack.
He roared in a mixture of frustration and ire. “Stand still!” he snarled, his deep voice sending terrifying bass vibrations through the air.
“And be crushed or cooked?” the Squama quipped, the pitch of her voice betraying her youthfulness. “Think again!”
The Acrocanthosaurus was slightly perturbed. Of all the insect Squamas to challenge him, a mere child was the one to do it! “Die, mite!” He fired three missiles in sequence, effectively trapping the foe in a circle of flames. She stood there, stuck, and rose her head to find that she was staring down his glowing and hot missile launcher.
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