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There was nothing the probe could do, the sea lion was merely prey. With lightning efficiency the predator dispatched the seal, its narrow jaws clamped around its throat.

All the sea lion could do was let out terrified and choked gasps and muffled barks. Its blood soon leaked onto the sand, staining it crimson. The Xamatocristus, now with its prize, dug its snout into its blubbery hide to get at the nutritious meat. It would only get a few mouthfuls before being interrupted itself by yet another creature.

What could only be described as a hellish bellow came from nearby, this sound originating from the top dogs of the beach; The beach lord. It was a quadrepedal reptile with a face like a bulldogs and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. It was just as long as the theropod but weighed 3 tons heavier. It had come for the carcass of the sea lion.

The Xamatocristus snarled and screeched in retaliation in an attempt to intimidate the much bigger Beach lord but it was no use. All it had to do was start to sprint before the theropod went rushing back into the forest it came from.

This bully of the beach grunted and bellowed in its direction before turning its attention to the carcass, its eyes only barely glancing the probe. Its much bigger jaws took bigger chunks of flesh from the seal.