It was obvious that Squall had the ability to finish the T-Rex off on his own with a few more slices of his gunblade, but Quistis understood the pause in his actions was his way of offering her the final blow. And so she seized the opportunity, stepping up to the plate with her whip swinging. Building up the momentum of the weapon as she twirled it around over head, Quistis then swung it with all the strength she could muster, the weight of the bladed end acting as an anchor and allowing for the leather to coil around the leg the monster stood on, the barbs digging in deep and maintaining a firm hold.

The junctions she had prepared pre-battle attached magics to certain attributes and increased her strength which proved to be useful in her next maneuver. With both hands grasping the handle of her whip, Quistis tugged with all the strength she had-- under normal circumstances it would have been a futile attempt to bring down the monster with such an act, but her heightened stats managed to let her succeed. So down the monster went, the bottom of its jaw slamming against the ground in a sickening crack, the dirt around the T-Rex kicking up and clouding from the impact.

Quistis tugged at her whip once again, the end unwinding around the leg and returning to her outstretched hand. But just as quickly as she retrieved her weapon, she was on the attack again; she brought the whip down repetitively over the skull of the T-Rex, snapping the weapon upwards then downwards in a figure eight formation until the beast let out one last strangled cry, and finally dissolved from the scene.

Chest heaving with shaky breaths as the rush of adrenaline was still coursing through her body, Quistis turned back to both Squall and Hope, a small smile on her lips.

"Well, that's taken care of now."