Ripping your shirt, you make a tourniquet around the bite and stem the blood loss. Satisfied that you won't bleed out, you stand and begin heading for the Big One. As you do so, a scream echoes through the chamber. You look up in time to see the Big One toss the Princess against the stone wall, and she does not move.
Nearby, you hear people begin to cry out in agony and fear. The lizards continue their assault, but the resistance is all but gone.
Somewhere, deep within you, you feel a rage burn like nothing you had ever experienced before in your life. Your hands shake and you blood begins to boil. A roar escapes from your mouth that gives both lizards and humans pause. One lizard turns to take you down, but you cut it mercilessly in two with your spear without even bothering to look.
You walk deliberately at first, then jog, then break into a full run, all the while screaming your war cry. You don't notice, but people fall in with you, charging forward, ignoring the the lizards behind you.
A wave of angry people descend upon the Big One. It roars its terrible roar, but the sound is lost beneath the cries of an angry people. Angry for the hurt and loss the Big One has brought them. Angry for what it has done to the Prrincess. It charges forward and takes out several people to your left, but the wave of people is unstoppable, and within moments the Big One is riddled with punctures from different spears striking over and over again.
The other lizards, seeing the death of the Big One have all turned and retreated. The violence is terrible. Fighting breaks out among everyone to simply get a chance to stab the Big One. It staggers for a few moments, trying to back away, then crumples to the ground in a corner, suddenly seeming much smaller than it was when alive.
After a few moments, the wave of hatred passes, and the sorrow returns. The body of the Princess is moved with great care to a house to prepare it for interment. The war is over, but no one will be celebrating.
The End.