The Rain of Time
The dinosaur attacked lightning-quick, and Solomon barely dodged the snapping of the jaws next to his neck. The dinosaur was small, a little taller than a human, but it made up for its lack of size with diabolical agility. Solomon jerked his pistol from its holster, simultaneously executing a pirouette worthy of the best matadors. The beast whizzed past, coasting another few meters, and turned, clawing the sand. The eyes with the vertical pupils stared at Solomon with a glassy reptile expression.