The rolling plains stretched out endlessly, flecked with golden grass and barren shrubs swaying gently under a frigid wind. Winter had come to this corner of Asia, a season that rarely graced these lowlands with its icy breath. Snow was absent, but the cold was inescapable, clinging to the ground and seeping into the bones of any creature that traversed the landscape. It was a season of desperation for both predator and prey. in the plains there was a Brachiosaurus herd, towering behemoths of muscle and bone, had clustered together near a grove of ancient ginkgo trees. Their immense forms moved slowly, cautiously. Frost coated their long, ridged backs like fragile lacework, while the oldest among them shook their massive necks, dislodging frozen condensation that had gathered overnight. They were not alone. Smaller herbivores—duck-billed Maiasaura, shaggy-coated Megaloceros with their sprawling antlers, and a lone, wary Chalicothere moved among the Brachiosaurs, their collective presence a fragile defense against lurking danger.

But danger had found them.

On the farthest ridge, nearly invisible against the pale sky, a Giganotosaurus stood unmoving, her breath steaming in the crisp air. Her golden eyes were fixed on the herd, the light revealing the scars crisscrossing her dark hide. She was Skaith, eldest of three sisters whose territories intersected like jagged puzzle pieces. Usually their kind were solitary hunter, but today was an exception it was nearing winter, the time where game would become rare and covered by long stretches of ice and snow if they wanted to get by they needed to bulk up now or else an opportunity like this wont present itself again. On her sides two other massive predators appeared along separate ridges: Korra, sleek and sinewy, with mottled grey-green scales that helped her blend into the grass, and Zyn, the youngest, whose patchwork skin bore the vivid greens of her youth. Unlike Skaith, who crouched and studied her prey with patience, Zyn paced restlessly, snapping her jaws.

These sisters did not work together out of camaraderie. They hunted together only because the bounty was too great for one to claim alone. A Brachiosaurus could feed each of them for weeks.

The herd had sensed the hunters. The oldest Brachiosaurus, a weathered matriarch with a scarred neck, trumpeted a low warning, the vibrations rippling through the air. Smaller animals darted closer to the hulking herbivores, seeking shelter. The herd shifted, clustering into a defensive circle. Sub-adults and juveniles pressed into the center, while the adults faced outward, their long tails swaying like living battering rams.

Skaith moved first.

Her enormous frame crept through the brittle grass, belly low, muscles taut beneath her scarred hide. She approached from the east, her golden eyes locked on the weakest link a sub-adult Brachiosaurus limping slightly from a recent injury. Skaith's feet raked the ground as she stalked, careful not to rush. Zyn and Korra mirrored her movements, each approaching from opposite directions. Though they did not communicate verbally, they were attuned to each other's body language. Korra chose a different target: a Chalicothere straying too far from the group. Zyn, reckless and hungry, angled toward the dense center of the herd, her jaws parting as if imagining the taste of warm flesh.

The matriarch trumpeted again, the sound sharper this time, and the herd began to move.

Their strategy was one of sheer momentum. Brachiosaurs's were very strong fighters; their strength lay in their size and their ability to turn and swat at carnivores with surprising speed despite their bulk. The herd surged forward in unison, the ground trembling under their weight. Smaller herbivores scattered, their instinct to avoid being trampled overriding the safety of the group.But the Giganotosaurus sisters were prepared.

Skaith lunged first.

Her massive jaws clamped down on the flank of the limping sub-adult, her teeth sinking into thick muscle. The young Brachiosaurus let out a bellow of pain, twisting violently, but Skaith held on, using her weight to drag her quarry down. Blood sprayed across the frosted grass, painting it crimson. Korra abandoned her original target, charging into the herd's path. She snapped at the legs of a Maiasaura, scattering it into the open, before redirecting her focus to a larger target: an adult Brachiosaurus attempting to shield the sub-adult. Korra's jaws snapped shut around its swinging tail, but the blow from the appendage knocked her back with enough force to shatter a tree branch. Meanwhile, Zyn leapt into the fray with reckless abandon. Her claws raked a grazing Megaloceros, sending the antlered beast crashing to the ground, but she ignored it in favor of following Skaith's lead. She circled the sub-adult, her jaws darting in to tear at the neck and flank whenever the struggling dinosaur twisted to free itself. The matriarch roared in fury, her massive body barreling toward Zyn. She swung her long neck like a club, striking the younger Giganotosaurus across the ribs with a sickening crack. Zyn stumbled, snarling in pain, but she did not retreat. Skaith growled low, a sound that seemed to resonate through the frozen air, and Zyn hesitated.

This gave the matriarch a precious moment to rally the herd.

The surviving Brachiosaurs surged forward, their immense strides scattering the smaller predators that had been circling the outskirts of the chaos. A Maiasaura, now emboldened by the giants' retreat, darted forward to jab its flat snout at Korra's flank, distracting her long enough for the matriarch to lead the others into a sprint. But the sub-adult was lost.

Skaith's powerful jaws clamped around its neck, dragging it to the ground. The young Brachiosaurus kicked weakly, its cries growing faint as its lifeblood pooled around it. Zyn lunged in to finish the kill, but Skaith snarled, warning her sister to back off. Reluctantly, Zyn obeyed, pacing in frustration as the older sister claimed the first bite. Korra gave up her pursuit of the herd and returned to the kill, her flank heaving as she caught her breath. The sisters stood over the fallen Brachiosaurus, their sides heaving with exertion, their breath misting in the cold air. The rest of the herd vanished into the horizon, their thunderous footsteps growing faint but the giganotosaurus have gotten quite the feast for the day

.....

Hours later, the herd had slowed to a weary crawl. The matriarch led them toward the distant mountains, their snow-capped peaks glinting under a pale sun. The air grew colder as they ascended, the grasses giving way to patches of frost-covered rocks. The loss of the sub-adult weighed heavily on the herd. The young Brachiosaurs huddled close to their mothers, their eyes wide with fear. Even the smaller herbivores, those who had managed to escape the chaos, kept a respectful distance from the towering dinosaurs and eventually dispersed away themselves.

The matriarch paused at a ridge, her massive form silhouetted against the icy sky. She rumbled softly, a sound of reassurance that rippled through the herd. Here, in the thin mountain air, they would find safety. The Giganotosaurus sisters were creatures of the plains, ill-suited for the treacherous slopes and freezing temperatures.

But the herd was not unscathed.

Several adults bore deep gashes along their flanks and tails, wounds that bled sluggishly in the cold. The matriarch herself limped slightly, favoring a back leg that had twisted during the retreat. Still, they were alive, and that was all that mattered. The younger Brachiosaurs, their fear slowly giving way to exhaustion, nuzzled against their elders for warmth they hoped that things would become much better...

......

The next day came quicker than David expected. He stood at the entrance of the bunker, staring out at the vast expanse of land that stretched before him. The farm was enormous, far larger than he had imagined, with crops spanning out as far as his eyes could see. Tall fences lined the area, with watchtowers placed strategically along the perimeter, manned by the squad members already stationed there.

Tom, standing beside him, looked absolutely thrilled, grinning from ear to ear as he adjusted his gear. Marco was nearby, casually observing, while Sarah stayed back to handle her usual duties. The air was fresh, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the fields.

Tom: So? How's it feel to be out here, David? A lot different from the library, huh?

David glanced around, taking in the surroundings. It was peaceful, in a wa.at least for now. The sounds of birds chirping filled the air, and the scent of soil and fresh crops was strangely calming.

David: yeah... it's definitely different. But I'm still not sure what to expect.

Tom: Expect the unexpected, my man. That's the whole point of these missions! Keeps things interesting.

Just then, the squad leader approached-a tall, grizzled man with a scar running across his face. He wore a stern expression, giving off an air of authority that instantly quieted any casual conversation.

Squad Leader: Alright, listen up! We've had some issues with wildlife intruding on the fields recently. These animals aren't your average pests; they've grown aggressive, probably due to the scarcity of food outside the fences. We're here to make sure our supplies are protected. Stay alert, stick to your assigned posts, and report any disturbances immediately.

Tom: See? Easy stuff. We've got this in the bag.

David, still feeling slightly out of place, nodded and followed the squad as they moved toward their designated area.a stretch of farmland near one of the main crop storage silos. The fences were fortified, and various motion sensors were scattered around, ready to pick up any unwanted visitors.

Tom: Alright, David, you're on lookout duty. Just keep an eye on the perimeter, and shout if you see anything suspicious. I'll handle anything that gets too close.

David: Right. Got it.

As David positioned himself near the fence, he took a deep breath. The calm atmosphere was soothing, and for a moment, he thought maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. But then, off in the distance, he noticed something moving. It was huge, actually there were multiple things that were huge coming towards the farmland area and were noticeable very imposing.

David: Uh... Tom? I think there's something out there.

Tom: huh?

Tom looked over, squinting at the horizon. Suddenly, one of the motion sensors started beeping rapidly. The squad leader's voice came through the radio

Tom: Oh SHIT-

Squad Leader: Heads up, everyone! We've got movement on the west side possible breach.

David's nerves shot through the roof. He wasn't prepared for this. Tom, however, was already grabbing his weapon, a determined look on his face.

Tom: Looks like we're in for some fun after all. You ready, David?

David: As ready as I'll ever be...

The tension in the air was thick as the squad mobilized, moving swiftly to respond to the possible breach, each soldier going to the fences and pointing their guns at the large behemoths coming with David nervously joining in.

Stomping their way towards the crop field were multiple large herbivores each one tall, mighty and strong. As they got closer their forms became much clearer as all of them were the iconic sauropod which all Shared a body plan consisting of: a small head on an extremely long neck; a long, massive body housing an enormous gut; thick pillar like legs to support the torso; and a very long, tapering, often whiplike tail. A massive hip girdle was fused to the backbone, usually by five sacral vertebrae; this arrangement provided solid support for the body and tail.

The backbone itself was hollowed out at the sides, which thus reduced its weight while retaining structural strength. Sauropods were once thought to have spent their time wallowing in shallow water that would help support their ponderous bodies, but considerable evidence indicates that they were better equipped for living on solid ground. The animals' long necks enabled them to take foliage from even the tallest trees in somewhat the same manner as do modern giraffes. Their teeth tended to be spoon-shaped or pencil-shaped, and they apparently depended on swallowed stones or bacteria in the gut to help break down the plant matter they ate.

These reptiles were the largest of all dinosaurs and to this day at least to our knowledge the largest land animals to ever walk the earth. Inside of this group there were no hatchlings and only large adult females each of them dawning either a gray or brownish colouration on their skins and some of them had scars/bruises where teeth and horn met their legs and bodies with one dawning a most recent injury to her tail which had a chunk missing nothing fatal for then but still of note, David watched nervously as they all bellowed happily from seeing the food, happy to gain a meal after their experiences earlier with the large carnivore's that gave them their bruisings

David: ......

Tom: Get Ready David.

David: A-are you sure these weapons are even gonna work against these things?

Tom: I.... I think so, we haven't had sauropods show up In years so I can't be confident in that.

David: well if we are not sure then why are we firing at them?

Squad Leader: No time to be sure. LIGHT THEM UP BOYS!

Tom: E-Engage!!!

As soon as the squad leader gave the command, the field erupted in a cacophony of gunfire. Bullets flew toward the approaching sauropods, but their thick skin seemed impervious to the assault. The massive creatures flinched at the noise but didn't slow down, their massive feet shaking the ground with each step toward the crops. David's heart raced as he hesitated, his finger hovering over the trigger of his weapon. His instincts screamed that something felt wrong about this. The sauropods weren't aggressive; they were hungry, maybe desperate, but they weren't attacking the humans. Their enormous heads bobbed up and down as they honed in on the crops, their jaws opening to take large, sweeping bites from the fields.

David: Tom! They're not attacking us, they're just... hungry!

Tom: Yeah, well tell that to the guys up top who ordered us to protect the damn food! We gotta follow orders, David.

The sauropods continued advancing despite the barrage, seemingly determined to get to the crops at any cost. Some of the squad members started falling back, realizing their standard weapons weren't enough to stop such colossal beasts and went to use much larger weapons in order to strike against the sauropods.

Squad Leader: We need heavy artillery on the field now, Get those turrets operational.

Tom: Which turret sir, the MOAB Turret or the ATBIP?

Squad Leader: The both of them, fire them both at these things at once.

Tom: *Gasps* B-BUT SIR, WE ONLY USE THOSE FOR EXTREME EMERGENCIES

Squad Leader: This is an emergency our food supply is at steak!

Tom: B-But Sir these are J-Just sauropods and Nothing more!

Squad Leader: *shots tom a glance* Do you think I would be using the turrets if those were anything else?

Tom: ...

David: What are the MOAB and the ATBIP, And Why are you both scared to use them?

The squad leader shot David a quick glance, eyes narrowed with urgency as he barked orders to the team working to get the turrets online.

Squad Leader: The GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast, commonly known as the "Mother of All Bombs" is a large-yield conventional (non-nuclear) bomb, developed for the United States military by Albert L. Weimorts, Jr. of the Air Force Research Laboratory. At the time of development, it was touted as the most powerful non-nuclear weapon ever designed only to be surpassed by The Aviation Thermobaric Bomb of Increased Power (ATBIP), or Авиационная вакуумная бомба повышенной мощности (АВБПМ), also colloquially known as "The Father of All Bombs" (Russian: Папа всех бомб) is a type of a thermobaric bomb created by Russia in 2007.

David's eyes widened as he tried to process it all. He'd heard of these weapons, but seeing them used on creatures as monumental as the sauropods and for a defensive mission like this was a whole new level, on top of the fact they have these things just lying around while he had heard since he was a boy at the bunker that the surface was dangerous. He never thought it would be this deadly that weapons like these were needed to destroy these animals.

David: What... Why are we using those types of bombs against those things, they are just animals!

Squad Leader: Animals that need to be put down.

David: Y-Your crazy, there has to be another way that doesn't require us to almost blow half of the land in the process!

Squad Leader: Its better to loose half of our crops that ever single bit, these long necked fuckers are caterpillars on crack do you hear me? They shouldn't be allowed to gain a WHIFF of our crops.

The squad scrambled to activate larger weaponry stationed near the silos of massive mounted guns capable of dealing with larger threats; most of the turrets were extremely small containing the MOAB while others were huge containing the ATBIP. As the Sauropods got closer their forms were easier to see and dissect, one which David recognized instantly.

They were all a species known as Brachiosaurus, In Ancient times The holotype specimen of Brachiosaurus, one of the largest known sauropods, has had various size estimates over the years. Mass estimates have ranged widely, with some sources suggesting it weighed between 28.3 and 46.9 metric tons (31.2 to 51.7 short tons), while others, like Benson et al., proposed up to 56 or 58 metric tons (62 or 64 short tons). However, these higher estimates are considered uncertain due to significant error margins and lack of precision. As for size, the length of Brachiosaurus has been estimated between 18 to 22 meters (59 to 72 feet). Its height estimates also vary, with some placing it at around 9.4 meters (about 30 feet) and others suggesting a towering 12 to 13 meters (39 to 43 feet) at the shoulder or top of its head.

However the ones in front of them all were exceptionally much larger than their ancient counterparts now being more around 85 and 110 metric tons with its heights being 15 to 16 meters (49 to 52 feet) tall with a length of about 25 to 27 meters (82 to 89 feet) truly behemoths and abnormal compared to their ancient counterparts all extremely hungry.

David: ... This is just cruel..

Squad Leader: Do you want these beasts to strip us bare?This isn't just about animals, it's survival. The moment they taste our crops, they'll keep coming back. This is the only way to make sure they don't.

David: I just..

Squad Leader: I'm sorry david, this is the only way. Survival of the fittest depends on creature's being selfish from time to time, now.

David: W-WAIT!

Squad Leader: WHAT DO YOU WANT DAVID!?!

Tom: Sir, More sauropods, up ahead!

Squad Leader: H-Huh?

As they all looked towards the other side of the area from the treeline to the right of the brachiosaurus herd, another group of sauropods being exactly the same species emerged as well. These were known as Giraffatitans, another species that were extremely similar to these brachiosaurus except dawned with large quill-like structures on their heads. With size estimates varying depends on who you ask of course

The Giraffatitan skeleton mounted in Berlin stands as one of the most iconic representations of sauropod dinosaurs, drawing the attention of paleontologists and enthusiasts alike. Much of the size data associated with this species originates from the notable specimen HMN SII, a subadult Giraffatitan that measured approximately 21.8 to 22.16 meters (71.5 to 72.7 feet) in length and reached a towering height of about 12 meters (40 feet). Although early measurement errors led to a frequently cited length of 22.46 meters, updated assessments have refined this figure closer to 22.16 meters, establishing a more accurate depiction of this massive dinosaur. The weight estimates for Giraffatitan have been subject to considerable variability, reflecting the complexities involved in calculating the mass of such large creatures. Historically, mass estimates have ranged widely from 15 to 78 tonnes, influenced by different methodologies employed by researchers over the years.

In 1935, Werner Janensch estimated the volume of the HMN SII specimen at around 32 cubic meters, leading to a mass estimate of approximately 40 tonnes. This early work laid the groundwork for future studies but was just the beginning of a more nuanced understanding. In 1962, Edwin Colbert introduced a sand displacement model based on a museum replica, resulting in a controversial estimate of 78 tonnes. This figure was later criticized for being overly inflated and not reflective of more accurate measurements. Dale Russell, in his studies, proposed a more conservative mass range of 14.8 to 29 tonnes, derived from measurements of the humerus and thighbone dimensions. Recent studies employing updated methodologies have suggested that Giraffatitan likely weighed between 23.3 and 39.5 tonnes. These figures take into account advances in our understanding of sauropod anatomy, particularly the role of air sac systems that reduce overall body weight.In 1988, paleontologist Gregory S. Paul utilized a water displacement model to estimate the volume at 36.585 cubic meters, estimating a weight of around 31.5 tonnes. A 2008 study by Gunga further refined the estimates, suggesting a volume of 47.9 cubic meters, which may imply even greater mass.

While HMN SII remains the most renowned specimen of Giraffatitan, evidence suggests that it may not represent the largest individuals of the species. The fibula of HMN XV2, measuring 13% larger than that of HMN SII, indicates a potential length of up to 26 meters (85 feet). Estimates based on this specimen hint at a possible body mass of around 48 tonnes, positioning it among the largest Giraffatitan individuals known to date.

Both herds aiming for the same goal of the food, the giraffatitan turned around towards the brachiosaurus both herds feeling as if the other was hindering their progress and so, In a vibrant prehistoric landscape dotted with towering conifers, one members from each herd each the most powerful of their groups were ready to brawl for the resource that was the farmlands, the two titans approached each other, filling the air with an atmosphere of raw tension and thunderous anticipation. On one side stands the massive Brachiosaurus, with its thick, muscular neck and broad chest, and on the other, the formidable Giraffatitan, whose neck arches gracefully upward, slightly taller and leaner but no less powerful. Both giants snort and rumble in deep, resonant tones that shake the air around them, a primal exchange of warnings. They square off, massive sauropod feet pressing into the earth with enough weight to leave impressions in the soil, their long necks rising even higher as they brace for the impending clash. While typically gentle herbivores, an unspoken territorial dispute or a challenge for dominance has stirred them to battle.

Squad Leader: Now what are those two long necks doing?

David: They're going to fight for the rights to this food that we have.

Squad Leader: And how do you know that??!

David: Obvious hunch. Just look at how they're posturing! Those necks are swaying, and the ground's already trembling beneath them.

Squad Leader: You're telling me you can read dinosaur body language now?

David: Not exactly a PhD in sauropod behavior, but it's pretty clear they're sizing each other up.

Squad Leader: This isn't a wildlife documentary, David! If they start fighting, we could be in serious danger.

David: Trust me, they're too focused on each other to notice us. Just keep an eye on their movements.

Squad Leader: I don't know about this. What if they both come charging our way?

David: Then we'll make ourselves scarce. But right now, it's a show worth watching. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime moment!

In a sudden, swift movement, Brachiosaurus lunges forward, swinging its thick neck in a heavy arc like a battering ram, aiming for Giraffatitan head. The impact is immense, a powerful crack echoing through the trees as bone meets bone and muscle strains under the force. The Giraffatitan grunted, staggering back briefly but retaliates quickly, lifting its head high and bringing it down in a precise strike aimed at Brachiosaurus shoulder, its slightly longer neck granting a reach advantage. The two giants engage in an intense neck-wrestling match, their long necks twisting and coiling as they clash with powerful strikes. The sound of their skulls and neck vertebrae impacting each other is punctuated by bellows and growls that echo through the clearing, sending smaller creatures darting for cover. Each blow sends ripples of power through their massive frames, necks flexing with brutal strength. In between these bone-crushing blows, they use their massive bodies to shove and jostle, pushing broadside against broadside. The earth trembles with each movement as dust and leaves kick up around them, marking the ground with deep furrows from their enormous feet. Muscles bunch and strain under their leathery hides, a testament to their immense strength as they battle not to kill but to dominate.

Suddenly, Brachiosaurus rears back, raising its front legs slightly and slamming them down with a surprising display of force, the giraffatitan getting back not wanting to deal with its opponents superior legwork, causing the ground beneath both animals to shudder. Taking advantage of the moment, Giraffatitan swings its neck in a wide arc, narrowly missing Brachiosaurus's flank, the whip-like appendage hissing through the air with enough force to crush smaller opponents. Brachiosaurus, undeterred, steadies itself and swings its neck again in one final, powerful arc, catching Giraffatitan just below its head. The impact caused the Giraffatitan to stumble back, clearly tiring, its movements growing slower and more cautious. Sensing victory, the Brachiosaurus letter out a deep, triumphant bellow, the sound reverberating across the clearing. But perhaps that was too early of a victory call, the Giraffatitan then raised its legs up and used the opportunity and attempted to kick the Brachiosaurus side as it connected, striking Brachiosaurus along its flank with a resounding thud. The impact sends shockwaves through Brachiosaurus, causing it to stagger momentarily, a deep rumble of pain escaping its throat But the Giraffatitan, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, is not finished yet. It steadies itself, eyes narrowing with renewed determination. In a sudden burst of speed, Giraffatitan charges forward, using its massive but not too superior bulk to ram into Brachiosaurus's side. The force of the collision sends Brachiosaurus sprawling, its legs buckling under the weight. As Brachiosaurus struggles to rise, Giraffatitan presses the advantage, delivering another swift kick with its front legs, leaving deep bruises on Brachiosaurus's flank.

Injured but Undeterred, The Brachiosaurus steadied itself, swinging its neck in a powerful arc, catching Giraffatitan just below its head. The blow causes Giraffatitan to stumble back, its movements growing slower and more cautious. Sensing an opportunity, the Brachiosaurus then rammed into the Giraffatitan knocking him down to the ground the Giraffatitan crashing down on the ground falling on its side as dust sprouted up the creature bellowing in pain, The Brachiosaurus bellowed triumphantly, the sound reverberating across the clearing. Knowing it had lost, the Giraffatitan emitted a low, rumbling call before getting up, backing away slowly, acknowledging the strength of its rival the herd then went away alongside the rest of the Giraffatitan herd who backed away as well. The Brachiosaurus watches, standing tall, its head held high as it claims its dominance over the territory. As the dust settles and quietly falls over the forest, the victorious Brachiosaurus bellowed in victory.

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Meanwhile, David watched as the injured sauropod stumbled slightly, letting out a deep, mournful cry of its herdmate's going to check up on the creature to make sure that their herd member was alright with sympathy for the creature's growing more and more overtime.

Squad Leader: Well that was entertaining, now that they're weakened we should take this chance to fire upon them!

David: Tom, this isn't right. We're just gonna hurt them more

Tom: You think I want to do this? It's out of our hands, David!

David: We can't just let these fuckers get kill-

Squad Leader: FIRE MEN, FIRE IN THE WHOLE!!

David: -ed..

As the squad unleashes a barrage of heavy artillery, the clearing erupts with flashes of fire and deafening blasts. Bombs rain down on the weakened Brachiosaurus herd, their enormous forms momentarily obscured by the thick plumes of smoke and dust rising from each impact. The ground trembles beneath the relentless assault, and the sky seems to darken with the fury of the onslaught. But these are not ordinary creatures. Bred for a world ravaged by interstellar war, each member of the Brachiosaurus herd has skin and muscle reinforced by genetic adaptations, their bodies built to endure hostile alien environments and weapons of devastating power. As the smoke begins to clear, the squad looks on in shock. Through the haze, the towering forms of the Brachiosaurus emerge, bruised and battered but very much alive. Shrapnel glances off their thick, armored hides, leaving deep scratches but failing to penetrate their dense muscle tissue. Their scales, like ancient battle-worn armor, bear scars from past battles, and they now serve as a formidable shield against the explosive onslaught.

One Brachiosaurus, slightly wounded but undeterred, lets out a rumbling bellow that resonates across the battlefield a sound of defiance and primal strength. The rest of the herd rallies in response, their collective roars merging into a powerful, earth-shaking sound that almost drowns out the last of the explosions. Despite their injuries, the Brachiosaurus herd stands united, their colossal forms casting long shadows over the humans below. Their resilience speaks to a time when they were created to withstand far worse than this, a time of brutal conflicts with alien invaders despite 300 meters of land now being turned to ashes from the explosions, the sauropods marched on and then reached the crop fields, tearing into the tall plants with reckless abandon, despite being high grazers the nutrition they were getting from these plants were monumental. David could hear the sound of foliage being ripped from the earth, their massive jaws working methodically to devour everything in sight.

Squad Leader: THE FOOD, DAMMIT THE FOOD THEY ARE TEARING THE CROPS APART!

Tom: SHIT!

David: ...

David's mind raced; he knew they needed to protect the food, but the sight of these majestic creatures, battered and bruised, just trying to survive, gnawed at his conscience. He took a step forward, lowering his weapon.

David: We don't have to do this. Maybe we can find another way.

Tom turned, eyes wide.

Tom: What? What are you talking about?

David: We can't just keep shooting at them. They're not the enemy. They're just... surviving. Maybe there's something else we can do. Herd them away or something!

The squad leader barked out orders, but David ignored him, stepping closer to the fence. His mind raced with ideas, trying to figure out a way to diffuse the situation. Tom looked torn, his grip tightening on his weapon as he watched David.

Tom: You're gonna get yourself killed, man! Those things are huge!

David: We can try a different approach, Trust me.

David spotted a gap in the fence, probably caused by one of the sauropods brushing up against it earlier. Without thinking, he moved toward it, hoping to find a way to lead the animals away from the field.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the gap in the fence. The massive sauropods continued to feast on the crops, their immense forms dominating the landscape. One of the creatures, a particularly large female with a fresh scar on her side, paused mid-bite and turned her gaze toward him. Her dark eyes, full of weariness and hunger, locked onto David, but she didn't seem aggressive. She was just observing him.

David: Despite being shot at, you all aren't trying to kill any of us...Alright... easy, big girl. I'm not here to hurt you.

He could hear the heavy thrum of the mounted guns powering up behind him, the squad preparing for another assault. The noise agitated the sauropods; they shifted uneasily, their tails swaying dangerously close to the fences.

Tom: David, get back! This is nuts!

David ignored him. He raised his arms slowly, taking a deep breath to calm himself, and stepped even closer to the gap in the fence. The large female sauropod bellowed softly, her long neck craning down toward him as if curious about this small creature daring to approach her.

David: Come on... let's get you and your friends out of here... listen, i know that you probably can't understand the logic with me but you guys can't stay here forever, pls this food that you are all eating its...its not for you... take as much as you need and pls leave.. Or else.. Worse things will happen to you.. And your family, just pls..

He waved his arms, trying to guide her away from the crops. The giant dinosaur snorted, releasing a hot breath of air that hit David like a gust of wind. For a tense moment, he wasn't sure if she would respond or if she would decide he was just another threat. But then, slowly, the sauropod began to back away. Her long neck arched gracefully as she took a few tentative steps toward the gap in the fence.

David felt a glimmer of hope. It's working, he thought.

Behind him, the squad leader barked out more orders, but David didn't care. He waved his arms more energetically now, trying to direct the other sauropods. The massive creatures seemed to follow the lead of the large female, gradually pulling away from the crops, though some still lingered, munching on the plants.

David glanced back at Tom, who was watching him from a distance, his gun lowered but his expression tense. Tom shouted into his radio.

Squad Leader: Hold fire! Hold fire! David's doing something, just give him a minute!

David's heart raced as he continued guiding the sauropods toward the gap. One by one, the enormous herbivores followed, their colossal feet shaking the ground with each step. The injured female let out a deep, rumbling call, and the others responded in kind, slowly lumbering away from the farmland and toward the open plains beyond the fence.

David: Come on, almost there...

Just as the last sauropod started to move, the mounted guns behind it roared to life. David spun around, his stomach lurching in horror as the loud booms echoed across the field.

David: NO! STOP!

But it was too late. The barrage hit one of the smaller sauropods, causing it to stumble and let out a gut-wrenching cry of pain. The peaceful retreat of the herd was shattered. The injured sauropod thrashed in agony, sending a ripple of panic through the others. They bellowed and began to stampede, their heavy feet crushing anything in their path.

David: Damn it!

He ran for cover as the ground trembled beneath him. The panicked sauropods barreled through the fence, their massive forms plowing through the farmland. The crops were trampled underfoot, the earth torn apart by their desperate escape as they all then went out into the forest, Tom rushed up to David, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to safety behind one of the silos.

Tom: What the hell were you thinking?! You almost got yourself killed!

David, out of breath and frustrated, glared at him.

David: I was trying to help! They weren't attacking us, Tom! They're just trying to survive, and now look at what happened!

Tom hesitated, looking out at the devastation as the remaining sauropods fled into the distance, leaving behind crushed crops and torn-up soil.

Tom: ...Yeah, well... I don't think the squad leader's gonna care about that. We're here to protect the food, not make friends with the dinosaurs.

David stood, watching the last of the sauropods disappear into the horizon. His chest heaved with frustration, but deep down, he knew Tom was right. The mission had always been about protecting the farm. But seeing those creatures so desperate, so vulnerable, he couldn't help but wonder if there wasn't a better way to coexist with them.

Squad Leader: Report back to base. We'll assess the damage and regroup. David... you've got some explaining to do.

David sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. This wasn't what he had signed up for. But maybe, just maybe, there was a way to protect both the crops and the creatures.

David: Why did that guy even shoot anyways?

Squad Leader: I wish i knew.

Squadmate: S-SIR THERE IS SOMETHING ON THE HILL ATTACKING THE FARMERS!

Tom: Huh?

David: Huh?

Tom: Mate, what are you talking about?

The Squadmate then pointed towards the hill where the entrance to the bunker was sealed shut, up there a few farmers started to run away from something that was attacking them all, one of the farmers fell to the ground ontop of the hill holding a weapon that was aimed to let him defend himself only for a large theropod to come from the bushes and chomp down on his flesh ripping him to shreds and pieces and blood and skin covered its snout, the creature was an of that lived in from the to periods ( to stages), and was similar in size and appearance to its and relative, . Yangchuanosaurus hails from the and was the largest in a landscape that included the and and the , and . This theropod was named after the area in which it was discovered, , in China.

It was non other than the semi- famous Yangchuanosaurus.

Squad Leader: ... Oh no ...

Tom: S-Sir is t-that

Squad Leader: Yes, one of the creatures that has been killing my men..

David: O-one?

Tom: One of the creature's, Sir you didn't tell me that there were more!?!?

Squad Leader: it wasn't important at the time, anyhow the both of you. ALL OF YOU, get. to . the . bunker. Now.

David: W-what about yo-

Squad Leader: Get there, NOW.

David: ... W-why are we scared of only one carnivore....

Squad Leader: HURRY UP BEFORE I-

https://youtu.be/HEcOBB95wMU

Before he could finish, the Yangchuanosaurus let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the hillside. Its throat pulsed as it unleashed a swirling cloud of shimmering mist filled with mineral particles from its crest that sparkled in the air. This eerie display wasn't just for show; it was a defense mechanism, designed to confuse and disorient potential threats. As the mist enveloped the area, it became difficult to see the dinosaur, giving it a spectral appearance as it moved with uncanny agility despite its massive size.

The creature lunged forward, its enormous claws digging into the ground as it charged after the fleeing farmers. With each powerful step, it sent tremors rippling through the earth. The soldiers fired their weapons, but the bullets barely penetrated its tough hide, and the creature roared in defiance, invigorated by the chaos around it. It quickly closed the distance between itself and the terrified farmers, and its eyes glinted with primal fury as it hunted down its next prey victims.

Squad Leader: ... Both of you, Go and get the farmers out of here!

David: B-But w-what about you s-sir!

Tom: Exactly!

Squad Leader: That's an order, Go Go Go!

Gunfire erupted, cutting through the din of panicked screams and pounding footsteps. The first barrage of bullets struck the Yangchuanosaurus across its flank, the impact barely fazing the thick-skinned beast. It threw its head back, releasing a guttural roar that echoed across the hillside, its blood-drenched jaws snapping with renewed fury. The squad fired again, their bullets peppering its massive body. One round skimmed the creature's shoulder, a shallow wound trickling dark blood, but it only seemed to enrage the dinosaur further. Farmers sprinted past, heads down, desperately racing for the bunker entrance as the creature thundered closer charging after them with David and tom starting to run towards the bunker in order to escape barely dodging the animal lunging at them as it slipped on its feet and crashed unto the floor since the hill was quite slippery from the wetness of the weather and all, As it got up Each stomp of its clawed feet sent tremors through the ground, and the roar grew louder, a terrifying reminder that their escape was barely ahead of the predator's reach.

The Yangchuanosaurus however then turned around when a squadmate screamed at it to focus on them as they aimed their turret towards it where the silo was, momentarily distracted by this new assault, it charged towards the silos running down the hill as multiple explosions were heard in the distance the creature roaring in pain and agony. As the last few made it to the bunker's door, one farmer stumbled, dropping his rifle as he scrambled to his feet. David reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him into safety and making sure that he was alright.

Outside, there were nothing but the screams of the soldiers who were protecting the outside area. The Yangchuanosaurus let out an agonized roar, its powerful legs pounding down the hill as it hurtled toward the turret by the silos. Each explosive round that struck its flank sent bursts of blood and scales flying, adding to the cacophony of explosions echoing across the hillside. The creature staggered but kept coming, relentless, even as its body was wracked with pain. The soldiers on the ground poured everything they had into slowing it down, firing round after round, but the beast's fury only intensified. Those who hadn't yet reached the bunker pushed forward in a desperate bid to survive. David's heart pounded as he spotted another farmer stumbling just steps from safety. Without thinking, David lunged, grabbing the farmer by the arm and dragging him through the heavy bunker door just as it slammed shut behind them, sealing off the chaos outside.

Inside, they could hear the muffled, desperate screams of the soldiers who remained outside. The sounds grew faint, replaced by a terrible silence broken only by the heavy, shuddering breaths of those who had made it in time. David's gaze lingered on the sealed door, feeling the weight of those left behind, the realization settling in that they were now trapped within the bunker as the relentless predator prowled outside, then as time went by and everything became silent they all heard as the dinosaur slammed its body against the bunker's thick metal walls, causing an ominous echo within.

David: ...

Tom: .... Dang ... W-what happened?

David: .... i don't know... but...tom...

Tom: yeah?

David: ...... never invite me to do exciting things with you again.

Tom: ...

Fair enough-

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