"Right you are, my dearest darling!" Sadie drains the last of her refreshed beverage and passes the glass back to Frank, leaving both her hands free to handle the rifle. Her aim is not particularly steady, but the tyrannosaur is a large target, and her inebriated swaying is cancelled out, to some degree, by the swaying motion of the triceratops. "Bang!" she shouts as she pulls the trigger.

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There's an explosion of feathers and gore, and a lance of sympathetic agony brings Jodie to her knees. "Fuck!" she groans, curling her arms around herself as the tyrannosaurus falls to the ground. Aiden recoils, rattled by the sudden expulsion from the dinosaur. The triceratops is too far off yet to attack, so he sticks close to Jodie, ready to shield her (and, fine, Johnny) if they fire again.