Not one but two. How horrible! If only you could have done something to prevent this.
"Guth, look out!" Brett shouts.
You whirl around as the pterosaur springs up and lunges for you, wing claws extended.
Yikes! You leap to one side. Who knew it could play dead? Or was it merely stunned?
That claw misses your arm. Barely. You flee, putting the Land Rover between yourself and your attacker.
Meanwhile, Brett's not one to let her best friend get attacked without doing something about it. She backs off and drops to one knee, finishing off the pterosaur with one precisely placed shot that echoes from the cliffs rising on the far side of the adjacent lake.
Time to Regroup