[ It was by no means an ideal situation to shake off the lingering side effects of the spores and get the muscles working again, but it was nothing if not incredible incentive. ]
[ And the can only see movement model of evasion only works as long as the predator doesn't make a lucky bumble almost directly into its prey. Vidal darts through trees and brush like a field mouse flushed from its burrow, break line of sight, he just had to break line of sight and— just like that, there's a steep, rocky outcrop to the left, a knot of gnarled trees impassably thick to the right, converging on a point, and he's skidding to a stop before he wedges himself in too tightly. ]
[ Swearing under his breath, he turns and freezes up again... Not out of pure fear, but something more along the lines of dread as a gratingly familiar voice calls out, and completely transforms the dinosaur's body language into something almost puppy-like at the drop of a hat. ]
[ It shifts his own from flighty to almost hostile, more indignant than it is apprehensive. The lady of the hour, huh. Last they'd met, it had hurt to roll over in bed, now he's light on his feet again, ready to throw down, and she's got a ten foot murder machine nuzzling her hands and vying for pets. ]
[ He had fully intended to approach her with civility the next time he caught wind of her with working legs, but frankly the sheer equal-if-not-exponential power imbalances of their encounters is enough to spark his immediate ire. ]
Oh come on, sister, were the scissors not enough for you?!
Jeffy G take the wheel
[ And the can only see movement model of evasion only works as long as the predator doesn't make a lucky bumble almost directly into its prey. Vidal darts through trees and brush like a field mouse flushed from its burrow, break line of sight, he just had to break line of sight and— just like that, there's a steep, rocky outcrop to the left, a knot of gnarled trees impassably thick to the right, converging on a point, and he's skidding to a stop before he wedges himself in too tightly. ]
[ Swearing under his breath, he turns and freezes up again... Not out of pure fear, but something more along the lines of dread as a gratingly familiar voice calls out, and completely transforms the dinosaur's body language into something almost puppy-like at the drop of a hat. ]
[ It shifts his own from flighty to almost hostile, more indignant than it is apprehensive. The lady of the hour, huh. Last they'd met, it had hurt to roll over in bed, now he's light on his feet again, ready to throw down, and she's got a ten foot murder machine nuzzling her hands and vying for pets. ]
[ He had fully intended to approach her with civility the next time he caught wind of her with working legs, but frankly the sheer equal-if-not-exponential power imbalances of their encounters is enough to spark his immediate ire. ]
Oh come on, sister, were the scissors not enough for you?!