The T-Rex, known on the planet as a RedEye (yes, I'm a StarFox nerd X3), lunges up towards the fox, ready to snack on him from behind. A loud crack fills the air as FT fires off his rifle, a vintage wooden rifle, semi-automatic with 8 rounds to fire off. The large caliber round smacks the RedEye in the eye, taking it down before it could turn the fox into lunch. The dragon hops over the creature and follows the vulpine. "Apparently not!"