Looks like Squall wasn't the only one getting dirty with this training.

Thanks to the Haste, his movements and actions were faster; Squall rushed forward, only to duck low to the ground as the T-Rex came close to snapping his jaws once again on top of his head. He swore under his breath and arced Lionheart upwards, slashing just along its neck. He ignored the blood splattering over his cheek and soaking the same half of his already damp and bloodied shirt, and hopped back as the T-Rex fell into a heavy sleep.

The Commander turned on the young cadet then, ready to snap. Ready to knock some proper sense into him. "You could have been killed-- what are you doing out past curfew?" he demanded quietly and calmly, despite how he really wanted to knock the kid in the back of the head with the flat of his gunblade.