Oh, Hyne. That had been close. He offered Frimelda a most grateful smile as he forced himself back to his feet, ignoring the stiffening pain in his right leg. "I'm alright! Thanks! But I don't think we're getting anywhere with these controls. The course seems to be fixed."

He reached to pull his machine gun from the holster at his back, immediately fixing it on the T-Rexaur. "Let's take care of this guy, then we can smash it up!"