The Orinthian Knight Chapter 1: The Broodmother’s Awakening P7

Foreword: I haven’t uploaded in a long time… again. Very long break. But now I’m back. And if you need reminders, yeah, Dilo is a Dilophosaur lol.

Shortly after the battle, Dilo was forcefully healed by the medics working at the arena. They all had weary faces, sweating from hard work, but they were capable of getting the job done. Dilo went outside, figuring it was already night, a starry night in fact. He clutched the dark pyramid in his claws.

And it activated.

The eerie light coming from the inside of it brightened up the desert within a radius as long as a Sarchosuchus from one end to the other. It started to vibrate. Dilo turned around, and noticed that depending on where he was pointing, the vibrating accelerated or slowed.

After a quick rest and the implant-pyramid in hand, Dilo begun on another chapter of travel on the Scorched Earth. He treaded across the sand, occasionally spotting a few rocks standing out among the desert. There was one night put a sleeping bag on one of the rocks, only to discover it was a Rock Elemental.

Dilo discovered an oasis in the middle of the desert, where he was able to quench his first and fulfill his hunger off the little meat he had in his inventory. He leaped into the water, refreshed after days of walking across the desert.

And that’s when he felt the rumbling.

He got up from the water of the oasis and made his way up the lone palm tree until he reached its peak. It slightly bended under his weight, but he could get a viewing point. He observed a slight, extremely fast movement in the sand, and whatever was making the movement was one of the largest creatures in the land. A Sandworm.

He went back down onto the sandy floor. He knew the Sandworm would detect him, but Sandworms have their way of finding everyone eventually.

He remembered his early days from being trained by the Overseer, back when he was still young. The Overseer used an old Samsung TV from the 21th century to present examples of running and it displayed a human called Usain Bolt, the fastest guy alive at the time. The only reason Dilo went back to that memory was because at the chance of the Sandworm detecting him, he will have to run as fast as Usain Bolt, no, faster.

He went into a pre-sprinting position. He didn’t know why people did it, maybe likely to give them a boost. He then begun sprinting at a high speed for a Dilophosaur. His legs and feet weren’t much adapted to the heated and sand-filled environment, but he hoped they would be able to carry him far enough to get out of reach of the Sandworm. He accelerated to the point his speed matched that of the common Raptors in the other Arks where the climate was far more balanced than this one.

The Sandworm detected him.

It begun moving towards him at what he described at the speed of sound, catching up to him every passing second. An idea, a flicker of a plan, developed in his mind. He glanced behind him. The Sandworm started to dive slightly into the sand, ready to leap. In that intermission, he steered himself so he was heading straight towards the Sandworm as it approached. The Sandworm raised its upper body into the sky and steered itself downwards, threatening to swallow Dilo as it plunged towards the ground.

But Dilo thought otherwise.

He raised his claws into the air and jumped while running. His claws came in contact with the beast’s underbelly and he scrapped its flesh off as it leaped into the ground. The Sandworm groaned, then dived very deep into the sand, about to perform an attack from below.

The Sandworm suddenly appeared below Dilo’s feet, the sand collapsing from under him. He barely managed to hold on to the Sandworm’s teeth as it seemed to kiss the clouds.

He struggled to climb up and unsheathed a metal axe from his inventory. As it begun to fall into the ground, Dilo lunged and jumped inside the Sandworm. As he did, he slammed the sharpest edge of his axe against the top of the Sandworm’s mouth. He rode down towards the Sandworm’s stomach as he scrapped away at the Sandworm from the inside. The Sandworm roared in agony and tried to cough Dilo up, but it was too late. He ended up in the stomach.

He felt the Sandworm hit the ground and saw an avalanche of sand plummeting through the esophagus.

He grabbed the sticky surface of the stomach’s walls and wall-climbed out of range. He watched as the “sandalanche” tumbled into the Sandworm’s acid-filled stomach. This did not seem to affect it at all. But whatever Dilo would take out from his inventory next would. He took out a few large hand grenades and threw them. One hand grenade went near the middle of the stomach. Another hand grenade wound itself stuck on the surface of the stomach on the opposite edge. The last one, though, was stuck to his hands, so he was forced to pry it off and throw it between the locations of the first and second grenades.

The Sandworm perished as the explosives went off.

To be continued.