Anna rushed back to the campfire, and grabbed the spears from her bag. Five of them fashioned out of wood, and three of them were stone spears that she brought from home.

Noticing that Jimmy and Almara were concerned, especially when they saw the blood pouring out of her legs, she simply smiled at them.

"Stay here," She said.

Afterwards, she rushed back towards the carcass, and saw that one of the Rhamphorhynchus was nibbling on the carcass again. She wasn't as compassionate towards them this time around, and hurled one of her wooden spears at them, killing the critter on the spot! Her toss was so strong that it pierced through the critter, and the spear tip even made it all the way into the wide open boar guts.

"You couldn't just share the meat, could you?" She grunted, "You had to fight for the entire fucking boar? Pea-sized brained cocksuckers!"

Jimmy did not do what he was told. He followed after Anna, indefinitely, and saw her yelling at the trees.

At first he was confused, but when he saw the dead critter close to the boar, he understood why Anna was so pissed. He didn't bother trying to help calm her down, because he knew well enough not to further irritate an angry woman who had a spear on her hands.

Instead, he simply tapped into her heartbeat, and sealed the wounds on her legs. The couple of bite marks were not deep, likely because the critters didn't have enough force behind their jaws to deliver a horrid blow, but he did get concerned when he saw the jaws of the critters.

"Disgusting…" He grunted, "There's probably so much bacteria in that god-awful mouth that they could evolve into humans…"

"Grab a spear while you're here," She said, "Quit saying dumb shit."

"I was worried about the bacteria," He added.

Though, he didn't say another thing afterwards, and grabbed a spear.

As he pretended that he was trying to aim, he swiftly increased the white-cell blood count in Anna's body, so as to boost her immune system. He didn't want her to get sick and die because of a disease that hasn't even been discovered yet. That would be horrifying.

When he did toss a wooden spear into the trees afterwards, he did actually kill one of the critters! He could hear its wretched caw, before the spear spun to the ground, with a critter on its tip.

"Nice," She smiled, "Eleven more to go."

"Let them come to you," He pitched, "I healed your legs, if you didn't notice, so now we can wait for them to get peckish again."

"You're right…" She sighed, "I wanted to kill them all now, but I'm just wasting spears. I lost two wooden ones in the trees."

"Yeah," He smiled, "You can keep working on the boar, I'll stand guard."

"Thanks," She said, and pinched his cheek.

With their new plan put into motion, Anna made some progress skinning the wild boar. She may need two more hours at the very least, especially since she was making more mistakes now, after she got significantly pissed off, but Jimmy kept a positive attitude on her behalf.

He loved helping her in any way he could, he never hesitated to do so, but other than that, he was happy that they were dealing with mere 'murder parrots' rather than anything else. Compared to what else lurked across this vast jungle, this was not a bad way to start the morning, it was not a bad encounter.

Jimmy nailed down another Rhamphorhynchus once it got close. He wasn't as strong as Anna in any account, as he had to depend on his muscles, rather than his magic, but after that particular kill, he got an idea.

"Right…" He sighed, "Anna, do you want me to blow their hearts up, or do you take more pleasure in poking them with sticks?"

"Kill them with spears," She demanded, drenched in her sweat, "A heart attack would be a reward for these vampiric-looking headass motherfuckers!"

"Wow, they really pissed you off, huh?" He smiled.

"Yes, they fucking pissed me off!" She barked, "Spear them!"

"Hunting is a waiting game," He said.

Jimmy killed a couple more of them, and Anna insisted that there were eight of them left. She insisted that he should kill them all by stabbing them, so this was going to be a long, boring morning. He was entertained by her anger, but didn't let it show so much, because he didn't want to potentially get his ass kicked.

'Never piss off a hangry woman,' He repeated within his head.

Almara was eventually lured in by all the bickering and commotion the two of them made, and so she approached. She didn't want to spend too much time away from the roasting boar leg, on the high-chance that some fat dinosaur swooped in and stole it, but she was curious like a cat, as she couldn't visualize what could piss someone off so much.

When she looked at the small Rhamphorhynchus carcasses, she finally understood.

"Ah, these fuckers are annoying," Almara expressed, "I got bit by one of them once… thankfully I can shrink myself whenever I get bit."

"Self healing?" He added, "Nice."

"It doesn't always work, as we discovered." Almara expressed.

"Right," Jimmy felt awkward, so he shifted the topic, and asked, "What do you call these fuckers?"

"We don't call them anything," Almara answered, "There are too many types of animals in the jungle for us to name them all. We don't care to name them."

"Let's call them Murder Parrots," Anna added, "They're not even dinosaurs, they're just another branch of flying reptiles."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to call them Murder Lizards, then?" Jimmy added.

"Every dinosaur is a murder lizard if you think about it, so no, it wouldn't make sense." Anna explained, and as the gears turned in her head trying to think of a name, she actually managed to calm down a little bit, as if it was therapeutic. "They do kinda look like vampires too, if Cunt Dracula was born in the Jurassic Era, so… how about… Vampiric Parrots?"

"Sounds good to me," He nodded.

The matter of naming this horrid being devolved into a philosophical discussion. Everyone took it seriously at some point, but one member of the bunch, as if she was an isolated philosopher, got confused.

"What's a vampire?" Almara asked.

"Bloodsuckers," He said.