The first quetzalcoatlus swung its beak down like an axe and punched a hole through Tolstoy’s back, slamming him into the earth. Everybody began to scream. Tolstoy felt the beak rip out, and torrents of blood drained from the gaping wound left behind. Without a sound, the quetzalcoatlus jabbed its beak in and out of Tolstoy’s body, punching holes through his torso, destroying organs, snapping his bones into splinters.

