After taking on and defeating a near all-powerful sorceress, fighting against a T-Rexaur was more like child's play. He exploded with pent-up energy, blade slicing through the air and landing deep in dinosaur muscle. The T-Rexaur roared, wrenching itself free to turn and swing its heavy tail, which landed hard against Squall's side. The GFs and junctioned magic enabled him to withstand the worst of the blow, and he brought down his gunblade again, cleaving through most of the tail until it only hung by a few tendons.

Squall remained on the offensive, quickly retrieving his weapon and dancing away from rows of razor sharp teeth that gnashed at him in desperation. His feet were light and steady, bringing him back into range so he could take his gunblade and leap up, embedding the steel into the T-Rexaur's neck. It gave one final roar and began to fall, its weight actually causing the gunblade to be wrenched from Squall's hands. It landed with a booming thud, struggling to breathe as its life seeped away. He climbed on top of the creature and grabbed hold of the Revolver; not wanting the beast to lie there suffering, he drove the blade down deep into the monster's chest, piercing its heart. It gave a shuddering gasp and then finally died.

He slid back down to the ground, his gunblade dripping with blood and gore. His side was throbbing, and he was pretty sure he'd be sore in the morning, but it wouldn't even rank on his list of memorable injuries. Squall realized that Maria had finished off the grats while he was busy, and he arched a brow.

"Are you okay?"