[The dinosaur retreats... or rather, is forced to retreat. All he can see is the shape being thrown backwards, and the sound of its confused shrieking. He steps forward, stopping in front of the door to a service closet of some kind, hand testing the doorknob as he leans his weight against it.] Raptors. They have roamed the streets before.
[The history lesson, and his source, would have to be discussed later because here it came again! Dazed, it was sluggish and the leap was high, thinking Guilford was the weaker target.
Which would be true, but it underestimated his cunning. He quickly flung the door open, stepping back to use it as a shield. Hopefully the other man would see his plan.] Now!