The man rode through the valley. His Baryonyx was strong and brave, and easily took out the quartet of raptors nesting nearby. He saw the bones of a man near their nest. Too late to save him, the man thought. His mount swam across the river and kicked away the fish biting below, and then the pair stopped once they reached the base of the river. Icthyornis. It was quite rare to see this many, if any at all, so far from the shore. Swarms of the dang birds circled past the river, biting and kicking each other. The man was not going to take his chances of having these rascals steal his stuff, so he’d either run as quick as possible or fight them off. He chose the second. He whistled his Baryonyx to follow him, and readied some spears to throw. He hurled one into one creature, and only at that moment did he realize a mistake: the birds weren’t birds, they were bat-like reptiles with long, toothy snouts. The spear impaled the dimorphodon and it fell into the ground with a thump, as all the others fell silent. Then one screeched with an ear-piercing cry and the swarm attacked. They didn’t attack with a resolved and cowardly act like the birds did, but with pure and utter ferocity, bearing down with both fang and claw on The Man and his Dino. He hacked and stabbed away at the creatures, enduring through their bites and scrapes, but his Baryonyx was not so lucky. He saw over 20 of the creatures, far more than the man had seen when he first saw the swarm, hover over his mount and hack at it. The Baryonyx could do nothing but swing it’s claws and groan in agony before it fell to the ground, the dimorphodons swooping in and devouring the body. The Man fought for over an 5 minutes, running away, fighting, and repeating this, until finally he gave up and let the fighting end.