Anguirus snarled in indignation as the rubble was shoved down his throat. Not only did the jagged debris shred the interior of his mouth, but Hedorah's acidic mitts were eating into his skin. Tail lashing in pain, the dinosaur let out a muffled howl. Overjoyed by the prehistoric beast's cries of pain and humiliation, Hedorah cackled his croaking laugh, oblong eyes glowing blood red. Anguirus's eyes blazed with fury. This thing could beat him... this thing could burn him... this thing could snuff his life out and eat him down to the bone... but vile, foul, alien thing could not laugh at him! With a bellow of rage not heard since the Mesozoic, Anguirus ripped free of Hedorah's grip, his mighty thrashing seeming to shake the while planet. Eyes like two spotlights of pure, raw anger, Anguirus threw his head forward and spat up the rubble force-fed to him like a kaiju-sized shotgun! With a mangled screech, the Smog Monster's head exploded. Stumbled about in a blind daze, Hedorah tried to pull himself together, literally gathering up the stringy pieces of his head in his clumsy grasps.
Trotting away from the distress pollution giant, Anguirus snorted fiercely, fangs flashing. Stopping a few hundred meters away, the great reptile whipped around, lowering his head and scratching at the ground like a primal bull. With a wail that probably disturbed Godzilla all the way back on Monster Island, the ankylosaur charged!
Barreling towards Hedorah like a runaway train, Anguirus narrowed his eyes, making a quick judgement. Just before he slammed into the toxic tower of sludge, he leaped! Flipping up in the air like a springing child's toy, the ancient brawler made a full somersault, legs tucking in and body curling. Hedorah's eyes took shape just in time to see Anguirus's tail tip disappear. The polluted being gurgled in confusion for a second before a tremendous force hammered him from behind. Anguirus had slugged the Smog Monster square in the back with his spiny tail, his full-body spin bring the heavy appendage around like a medieval mace. Bowled over, Hedorah tumbled forward wildly, actually starting to take on a spherical shape as he rolled.
Rearing up for a quick war cry, Anguirus chased after the deadly creature, removing the corrosive muck from his tail with a sharp flick. As he galloped towards Hedorah, he wonder vaguely how long it would take all his spikes to grow back. Dipping his crocodile jaws down, the monstrous scraper tore up the street with his rhinoceros horn. Carried up and away by his momentum, some rubble skittered ahead of him, balanced on his nasal horn. More and more was picked up, pushed together by his speed and girth. Soon a large, roughly ball-like mass of debris formed. As it grew bigger and bigger, Hedorah grew closer and closer. As the gathering of rubble achieved a size about that of his own head, he let it go, grinding to a stop. As Hedorah came to his own stop, the ball of debris roared towards him like a bizarre game of bowling...
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