Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32070106-20171020153357

The remaining Baryonyx charge and almost overcome the few defenders. Pers cowers in a corner, while Sun looks desperately to the horizon.

"Staticstically, this must be the most attacked group in the Rift," he mutters. "I would not count this safe."

One of the Baryonyx suddenly falls to the ground, a harpoon lodged in its head. Another one gets a harpoon in the leg. It shrieks with pain.

An Allosaurus stands on some rocks, harpoons in hand. A largish wooden boat floats behind him. He frowns at Sun. "You again? Can't you avoid getting into trouble?"