He almost stopped her, but one of the concussive blasts hit a pack of the snarling enemy, leaving them sprawled on the sidewalk. And I’d aim better if you would stop moving around so much. "Are you trying to hit him?" Trike asked, his translator sending the message to Stacy’s earpiece. At least, they would if they stopped hitting Spike dead on. The blasts would stun the opposing raptors without incapacitating Spike, owing to his heavy armor. Stacy sent out non-lethal concussive blasts from her heavy artillery gun. But with those humans so close, Spike can’t use any of his big guns, thought Trike. Luckily, the raptors focused on Spike instead of any unarmored passerby. Street vendors cowered behind cars and ducked into storefronts to escape the seething fight. Smoke wafted from his front-mounted cannons, lazily extending skyward as if mocking the frantic pace of the battle. His armored sides and dorsal plates showed scoring where vicious raptor claws had landed hits and were turned away. The giant stegosaurus swung his four-spiked tail from which he earned his namesake, swatting leaping raptors this way and that. He turned the corner of a building to see Spike in the next intersection a block away. Blackened, singed footprints marked the pavement where Trike stepped as he activated his foot-rockets to move more quickly. He surged forward to find more raptors to fight. Trike detached the cables before nodding back.
Rexie gave Trike a brisk nod of gratitude. The other leapt to avoid a similar fate, but caught his feet on the cables and tumbled forward in a broken heap. Trike braced himself as the two raptors slammed into his taut cables, one clotheslining himself. Two cables stretched out between him and the embedded hooks. He lowered his head, his upper horns parallel to the ground, and fired two grappling hooks into the building across the street. Trike didn’t wait for Rexie to engage the raptors. Trike’s human rider noticed two raptors converging on Rexie’s position. Trike heard the translator as he listened to Rexie’s triumphant battle cry. After looking into the newly-made hole in the wall, confirming that the raptor went through several more walls, Rexie roared again, long and loud. With an abrupt motion, she slammed her head into the smaller dinosaur, sending him through the concrete wall of a building. Trike watched Rexie lower her head, rearing to the side as she caught up to the raptor. Trike just shuddered with grim anticipation. The raptor screeched, the words lost on the human’s ears. Rexie ran after the retreating raptor, covering a lot of ground with each rocket-assisted step. Stacy sat astride Trike’s back in a high-tech saddle, her combat uniform blending in with Trike’s dark green and brown scales. His voice came out in a warble, translated by the machine covering his voice box.ĭone what? What did the raptor say? his human companion asked. Trike stood off to the side, shaking his massive three-horned head back and forth. He turned and ran, his powerful back legs propelling him away from the colossal t-rex. The raptor raised his hands and fired, twin stun bolts racing into Rexie’s open mouth. Rexie roared again, even louder this time, drowning out her translator’s mechanical voice. A guilty expression crossed his scaly face as he looked between his hand and the t-rex before him. He trailed off as his hand sparked, a stun bolt racing from one claw to the next. The raptor cowered before her, hands raised in supplication. Rexie turned, her eyes flashing with menace. That raptor had delivered the t-rex a healthy shock with projectile stun gun-modified hands, resulting in Rexie’s fury. The gray-skinned raptor behind Rexie ducked, barely avoiding a broken neck from Rexie’s swinging tail.
Two velociraptors leaped away, ducking behind the cover of stacked cars, wary of engaging an enraged tyrannosaurus rex. Rexie’s roar communicated something more primal than normal. It was rare when the translator didn’t parse the dinosaur’s language into formal human speech. Rexie’s translator beeped on the side of her head, muttering, Frustration.
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