Team Tembo: Day Two

[sparednothing]

[Things are far from calm today. At the break of morning, the camp is in utter chaos. Someone has let the dinosaurs escape, and giant herbivores are charging around the camp in sheer panic. The cage the baby Rex was in is open, the infant mysteriously missing. It seems Tembo hasn't returned from his hunting trip yet, better do something about these dinosaurs]

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[assassino]

[Ezio moves behind her, rifle in hand and held aloft. He doesn't have all that much confidence in her yet, but he has enough confidence in himself to keep her safe, and that's what matters more.]

Watch out for the tail.

[princelyspirit]

Got i-

[And there's the tail, blindly swinging at her. Her eyes widen and she dashes out of the way, and she learns an important lesson: less talking, more action. Barely slowing down, she leans forward, aiming low, and ducks in close enough to take a swing at its back foot. If she's lucky, it will be distracted by its panic long enough for her to make the cut. If not... well, she'll get a chance to test those reflexes of hers]

[assassino]

[Ezio watches, following at a safe distance. If it balks and attacks her, he's got his gun and he can distract the damned thing, but as it is, he hopes she's giving it her all.]

[princelyspirit]

[She puts all her strength into the blow, and is rewarded with a mighty bellow from the triceratops as she hacks through the tendon. Its panic is worsened, though, and with its focus now on her, Utena finds herself on the defensive. Instead of moving onto the next leg as planned, she leaps out of the way of its thrashing tail, her feet digging into the dirt as she lands and skids to a halt.

Soon the dinosaur spins to face its attacker, slowed but not stopped by its injury, but before it can complete its turn Utena is on the move again. Her breath is quick and harsh and her heart pounds against her chest, but she does not run away; instead, she start to run a circle around the thing, in the hopes that a moving target won't fall victim to a stampede - or worse. All the while she watches it, searching for another moment of weakness, anticipating its next move, seeking a way to land a blow without getting gored on its horns or trampled underfoot.]