Helluva boss: alternate continuation

The mysteruous island

Father: Small Talon! RUN!

But Small Talon couldn't move. He was frozen to his spot with such a fearful grip that he had never felt before. And it only got worse as he watched his father fight this monster of a biter.

Sharptooth and Small Talon's father slashed and lunged at each other with their jaws. Since both biters were about the same size, it was a pretty even match. However, Small Talon's father did have the advantage of having longer arms and three talons on each hand, so he had a longer reach than Sharptooth. This allowed him to get a few good deep scratching into the monstrous biters But Sharptooth had two things on his side; the first being his wicked jaws, and the second being that he was a big cheat.

As Small Talon's father was recovering from a lunge, Sharptooth whipped his enormous tail around and hit the fish-eater in the side with such a force that it sent him flying. Normally, in this kind of situation, a biter would wait at least for a few seconds for their opponent to get back up before continuing the fight.

However, Sharptooth didn't wait.

He charged forward at the recovering fish-eater and bit down hard on his neck!

Small Talon watched in absolute terror as he saw his father cry out in agony. The fish-eater slashed his long talons at Sharptooth, but the monstrous biter didn't let go. He continued to bit down even harder.

At that moment, something in Small Talon snapped. He wasn't quite sure if his next action was one of bravery or stupidity, but something inside him made him rush forward, and bit down on Sharptooth's left upper leg as hard as he could.

Sharptooth let go of Small Talon's father, and let out a roar of pain. He then whipped around and growled angrily at Small Talon. The little fish-eater fearfully backed away as the gigantic monster advanced on him. Although he wasn't considered a hatchling anymore, he was significantly smaller than Sharptooth was.

He was good as dead.

Suddenly, Sharptooth lunged forward and opened his jaws so wide, that Small Talon could see down his throat. Sharptooth came upon the young fish-eater so fast that before Small Talon knew what was happening, the enormous biter's jaws had clamped down onto the little biter's snout, just inches away from his eyes.

Small Talon thrashed around violently in a panic, trying to get himself free before Sharptooth decided to bite off his nose. He was so frightened that he didn't even notice the pain rushing through his head. The only thing that his brain was registering was that he was going to lose his whole snout unless he got free.

Finally, with one desperate maneuver, Small Talon managed to wrench himself free of Sharptooth's jaws.

Small Talon let out a cry of near-blinding pain. Blood began to seep out of the wound around his snout and fall to the ground. He looked back up in time to see Sharptooth advance on him again. This time, Small Talon lunged to his right, just barely escaping the monster's jaws. He then heard the sound of water splashing and looked over to see that Sharptooth had fallen over into the river. Because of the rapids, and because Sharptooth couldn't swim as well as Small Talon and his pack, he was immediately swept up by the water and was carried far down stream in just a matter of minutes.

That was the last time Small Talon saw Sharptooth. But this was an experience that he would remember the rest of his life, and it would give him nightmares until he was an old biter.

Small Talon then heard the sounds of his father groaning. He scrambled to his feet and raced over to his injured father. When he saw the extent of his father's wounds, he gasped in horror.