You manage to squirrel yourself away in an area of especially thick- and aromatic, as an added bonus- underbrush just in time. You're barely settled back on your haunches properly before a very large, very scaly foot crashes through the brush only a few yards away. You turn your eyes upward, following the massive foot up the massive leg that it's attached to, and up a still more massive body, as the realization dawns on you: you're looking at a creature that is has been feared since before the concept of "fear" was invented... the Tyrannosaurus Rex.<br/><br/>But something is off... before you can even draw your bowstring back, you see that something is wrong with this creature. It's not stalking... it's stumbling, literally crashing into trees. You shift slightly, and all too quickly you understand why. Its head is entirely covered with acid and fire burns, and its eyes seem to have been completely burned out. Meaning that it's probably already met up with your "friends"...