The Commander straightened at the sight of the T-Rex coming back to its full height. He broke into a run, moving straight for it as it began to charge him, and pushed off the ground, Lionheart above his head. The tip tore through the side of the beast's neck, spilling blood along the soil and splattering red over his shirt and shoulder. Squall nearly missed having his head taken out as the T-Rex then retaliated by ducking its head and snapping his jaws right at him.

He hopped back, flicking the blood off his blade, walking backwards a few more paces. The T-Rex dropped to the ground in another fit of the Sleep spell.

"Not all," came his response, finally. And he absently wiped at the blood on his cheek, scowling faintly.