Jack braced himself to steady Mal as the pitchfork impacted on the raptor, helping him drive it forward. He laughed again when he saw the creature stagger back and then fall to the ground.
“Fantastic!” he declared. “Think I should get me a pitchfork. So much more fun than shooting, and far more sustainable a weapon too – as long as you can get it out of the carcass again, at least!”
((OOC: OMG, I love the fact Mal’s called his horse ‘Serenity’!))