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in agony. Its brothers spotted her instantly, two of them running around their dinner while the third hopped up on it to come straight at her.
    It was on her fifth shot that the gun let loose a burst of flame from the energy pack. Acrid smoke smelling of burnt electronics curled out of it. Elsa let if fall to the ground and pulled her last grenade. She thumbed the grenade to the proximity burst mode as she was throwing it. The wounded baby Marine-eating monster was limping towards her, screeching with its high pitched voice. It was overtaken and passed a moment later by the one that had climbed over the dead animal.
    The third thundered towards her, toothy beak opened wide and dripping blood from its prior feast. The grenade went off, sending a pulse of low frequency sound across the narrow ravine. Elsa and the baby dino closest to her were outside the effective range, though her suit still registered the shockwave. The other two mini-dinosaurs were sent tumbling from the concussive effects of the blast.
    Elsa spun away from the charging creature, drawing her combat knife as she did so. One of its arms clipped her shoulder, sending her stumbling away as she spun. By the time she recovered it had stopped and turned to face her again. It was on her almost before she could plant her feet.
    Elsa’s knife dug into it, glancing off a rib before it slid between them and into the tissues beneath. She ducked her head aside to avoid the snapping beak then was knocked to the ground by its powerful haunch. Through it all Elsa retained her grip on her knife, twisting it as it tore free.
    She tasted blood from where she’d bitten her cheek. She rolled onto her knees and lunged forward, the powered armor driving her legs with greater force. She hit the beast in the side, wrapping her unarmored arm around its thick neck to hold on. It staggered from the impact, then tried to twist and throw her when her knife stabbed into its neck.
    Elsa held on, not realizing until it was too late that it was throwing itself onto the ground. She squeaked, unable to generate any more air from her lungs, when it landed half on top of her. The impact also drove the knife in deep enough to cause a burst of scalding blood to spray onto Elsa’s arm. The beast convulsed on top of her, pounding her deeper into the ground before it went limp and lay still.
    Elsa pulled herself out, pushing and rolling the dead creature off of her. She started to stand up in time to see the unwounded monster shriek at her from less than an arms width away. She raised her armored arm in time to intercept that snapping beak, but the force of the snapping maw caused fresh alarms to go off in her helmet. She didn’t need the alarms to feel and hear the form fitting armored plates breaking under the force and driving jagged edges into her flesh.
    She barked out the command to release a burst of energy into the damaged armor before all the circuits were broken. Her command turned into a grunt that ended as quickly as it had begun. The electricity locked her jaw and stiffened her muscles from the brief but powerful jolt.
    The baby dinosaur let her go, stumbling back and snapping its beak as it tried to spit out the painful burn. Elsa’s arm was broken, she could feel it even without looking to see the unnatural bend in her forearm. She grabbed up her knife in her other arm and staggered to her feet. She tasted fresh blood, this time from where she’d nipped her tongue.
    It stared at her, still clacking its beak together. Like a bird it tilted its head to stare at her with first one eye, then the other. It was sizing her up, she realized. Re-evaluating her as a threat. It tilted its head back and let loose the loudest cry yet, this time a shriek that varied in pitch and tone. With a tightening in her gut she realized it was calling for reinforcements. Or in its case, crying for momma.
    “ I. Hate. This. Fucking. Planet!” Elsa screamed. She jumped at it, noticing that her suit