RACE TO THE BOAT

[sparednothing]

[After that message it's time to pack up and get the heck out of dodge. Both teams have a short trek across dinosaur infested territory to get to the docks, where the cruise ship is waiting to whisk them away. There are a ange of hervibores, and whatever surviving raptors better them and it.

The remaining adult T-Rex seems mysteriously absent throughout all of this, as is Tembo. Weird]

[[No sections make your own. If you want a mod NPC'd dinosaur, please ask for one in the comments (and specify herbivore or raptor), otherwise, NPC your own. Powers are still functioning | Day four ooc post | Plot hub]]

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[chenwho]

[Terry whirls around and takes a breif second to aim at and shoot the beast...

He's aiming for the head, his expression of utmost concentration. He's not panicking, not this time. If he panics, they die.]

[stormborned]

[ The bullet hits the raptor in the forehead, the force of it throwing the animal backwards; Dany kicks at it to push herself away further and scrambles to her feet. Her voice shakes. ]

I did not hear that one, it was silent...there must be more of them in the grass...

[ They can't stay here. They have to run. ]

[chenwho]

I think they're learning.

[Which is very bad. Running is a good idea.]

That way, let's move. Stick close to me, aye?

[stormborned]

[ Dany does, her steps moving faster than his, for the sole reason that her stride is that much shorter. As their pace increases, she can hear more rustling through the grass, but she can't tell which direction it's coming from. ]


—I should—I should have a weapon, too—

[ She's just thinking out loud; she'd dropped the dagger she'd wielded earlier somewhere along the way to the communications building. There's not much she can do to protect herself, now. ]

[chenwho]

If you can use a gun without shooting yourself or me, I got spares. If not, stick close by

[He's going to get you through this, Dany... Unless you walk away mid-run.]

[stormborned]

...I don't know if that's possible...

[ She's panting hard as she runs, even as adrenaline kicks in; his strides are longer and she struggles to keep up.

And then she doesn't see what's before her and she trips up against a snarl of tangled roots, the ground rushing up to meet her. ]

[chenwho]

[He might not be a superhero, or anyone with fancy powers, but his reactions are top-notch.

He looked back at the right moment, stops and reaches out to grab the collar of the remains of Dany's dress. He can at least stop her from faceplanting.]

[stormborned]

[ Dany is yanked upright when she would have fallen, thanks to Terry—but she can still hear the grass rustling behind them, nearly on all sides, the noises growing closer.

She's out of breath and panting, at this point. ]

We're not—we're not going to make it to the boat, are we?

[ This was not how she'd envisioned her end. ]

[chenwho]

[Terry scans the grassline, before turning to shove Dany in the direction they were supposed to go. There's no rustling there, yet, and the path seems clear for now.]

Go. I'll hold them off.

[stormborned]

[ She's shoved ahead, and she nearly stumbles but catches herself in time to whirl upon him, angrily. Her eyes are livid and seething—watch out, Terry. You have a very pissed-off pint-sized Targaryen on your hands. ]

Are you mad? I'll not leave you behind! We stay together!

[ Not as though she could help him in any way, and perhaps she slows him down when he tries to fight them with his weapon. Briefly Dany entertains the idea, but shrugs it off again when she realizes she can't leave him. She won't allow herself to just abandon someone who has helped her so selflessly.

And that's when she hears the screeching, high in the air, still a good distance away—but she knows those sounds, hears them when she both sleeps and wakes, and would know them anywhere. Her arms break out in gooseflesh as she looks skyward. ]

[chenwho]

No. I'm not mad. I have a bloody chance of surviving this, you don't.

[He is the voice of reason.]

Besides, I'm not in the habit of abandoning people who owe me a favour.

[A slight grin that falters slightly as he hears screeching. He looks up too.]

Please don't tell me there's bloody Pterodactyls, too...