Apart from all worlds.

The huge jaws on legs pauses at Vela's location, sniffing confused at her camouflaged form and squinting it's huge eyes.
 

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Pale Jaguar manages to get her fire lit. The rex pushes at Vela with it's snout sniffing then raises it's head and looks around....
 

Vela grits her teeth and stays still... Obviously it could smell her, but as alien as it was to her, so she was to it. It couldn't decide if she was edible...or even what precisely she was. As long as it wasn't opening its mouth to try a bite...

And if it did?

She'd have to play that by ear. Maybe she could leap onto its back, if it didn't get her clamped in its teeth. From there, she could try to hack through its spine.

Or, if the others did manage to distract it, she might make a break for the trees...

Ugh. Nothing but bad choices all around.
 

Pale Jaguar places a leafy branch onto the fire so that it appears to flames, so that it causes the fire to begin to smoke. She then carefully begins to fan the smoke into the clearing while making sure that her fanning does not further ignite the flames.
 

Mykael sees the fire and tosses his collection of green leaves onto it. It wasn't much, barely a couple of handfulls, but it was hard to pick up things with a dinosaur staring at you.
 

The Rex loses interest in the funny smelling rock, and stops pushing on Vela, leaving her dirty but otherwise unharmed.

Raising up he smells the air noticing the smoke, roars and stomps off into the opposite direction.

Mykeal the timer shows slightly over 10minutes remaining.
 

"It thinks the land is on fire......... amazing........" He reaches over and pats Jaguar on the back, he didn't know how to say it, but he was amazed by her. He can only smile and nod.
 

When the thunderous footfalls recede enough, Vela stands up and the colors painting her like the landscape melt into the normal shades of skin and equipment. She looks back after the retreating dinosaur and starts scrubbing the smudges on her with the back of her hands. Her claws flex nervously in and out of her fingertips as she heads over to rejoin the others.

"A fire was good thinking," she says as she draws near. "Dangerous, but effective. Thank you."
 


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