A/N: Trying something a bit new for me with this. Rated T for your mom. I mean, Mike. I mean, swearing.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's roar echoed from building to building, shattering glass and shaking the very foundations of the city. It curled its claws menacingly, gouging a furrow in the asphalt that spewed grimy black dust into the air.
Mike crossed his arms at it. "This looks fun."
"You can't be serious!" Amber asked incredulously.
"Do I look serious?"
"Honestly? I can't tell."
"Then shut up." He started to run for the dinosaur, but Amber grabbed his arm.
"You can't-"
"And you can?"
Amber bit her lip. "You'd better not die."
"Don't count on it."
Mike sprinted forward and climbed up the T-rex's leg, narrowly dodging its wildly swinging tail. The T-rex leaned down deftly and snapped at him, catching him between its jaws. For a second it shook its head crazily, disorienting itself more than Mike, until Mike pulled out the longest tooth he could find that wasn't halfway into his ribs and dug it squarely in the dinosaur's eye. The dinosaur froze, shuddering suddenly, and Amber took a step back. Part of her wanted to help, to kick the dinosaur, throw something, do something, but the rest of her knew that Mike was really on his own.
She wouldn't have worried as much if there was a little less blood coming out of her boyfriend.
With a high-pitched keen, the dinosaur flopped to the ground, and Amber ran to Mike, prying ineffectually at the huge jaws. Wincing slightly, Mike pushed them open and glanced over at Amber. "You still here?" he mumbled.
"Oh God, Mike..." She stared in shock at the gaping holes in Mike's shirt that were quickly being filled with blood. Mike followed her gaze.
"Well, fuck. I liked this shirt."
"Don't go, please, just-" Amber sobbed, and Mike closed his eyes slowly. Amber stared in silence, tears streaming down her face. "No... NOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
"Dammit, I'm trying to die here!"
"Sorry."