Be Careful What You Wish For...

[faithful_slayer]

She'd been hoping to get out of Cleveland. Start over someplace new.

This wasn't, precisely, what she had in mind.

Standing on the roof of a building, wearing a ballgown and high heels, as people in the streets below her fight with something that....well, looks like something SHE ought to be fighting? Totally not her cup of tea.

Stupid skirt.

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[idealistvermin]

"Dammit," Wendell shouts, ducking to avoid a snap of the T-rex's jaws. "Hild! Behind! Behind! JC, to me! Flank the fecking thing!"

The other members of his group obey: a seven-foot Valkyrie in horned helmet, wielding a broadsword, moves to jump at the dinosaur's back. Jean-Claude, a shortish man in a ratty old pair of blue jeans and a denim jacket, goes for its side with Wendell's aid. The two of them stay back as far out of its reach as they can manage, firing a haphazard assortment of guns at its roaring mouth. They aren't very good shots.

From behind Faith, a tall, burly black man with an impressive set of dreadlocks barrels out of the roof stairs and dashes to the edge of the roof with a shout, short curved knives held in both hands. Screaming an unintelligible warcry, he leaps from the edge of the roof to land on the T-rex's head. When its wrathful flailings lose him his knives, he attacks it with bone spurs protruding from his forearms.

[faithful_slayer]

The bone spars are somewhat worrisome - things like that, in Faith's world, mean 'demon' and usually 'not good.'

But, well...dinosaur. She should probably help, Faith thinks.

The gilt ornament holding her hair in place is also a knife; she pulls it out and follows the maybe-a-demon off the edge of the roof, landing neatly on top of the T-Rex.

Her skirt covers one of its eyes, at least long enough for Faith to kick that eye with all her strength, driving one of her heels into its skull.

Ever seen a hot girl in a ballgown kicking dinosaur ass before? Y'have now.

[idealistvermin]

There are now two people on the rex's head, and it is appropriately displeased with the universe. Roaring dramatically, it shakes that head back and forth as JC and Wen dive for cover, neither of them willing to keep shooting and risk hitting their friends. Its tail knocks Hild into a wall, where she remains in a dazed slump, still clutching her broadsword.

And then it gets the bright idea to lower its head and ram the nearest building in a bid to knock the annoying clinging humans away.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith is not knocked away.

Maybe-a-demon, however, is, with a startled cry, and when she lunges for him, it knocks her off-balance, so that there's only one thing she can do to save herself from a nasty fall.

It involves swinging up into the T-Rex's mouth.

Things do not look good for the ballgown.