"Fuck yourself!" Daisy retorted. Wasn't this embarrassing enough? And, by the way, it was that fucking hard when you weren't six foot twenty and your mount wasn't the accommodating Sarah but some asshole the other kids liked to call Butch. Even the other triceratops didn't like this one, Daisy could tell, he was a motherfucker and he wasn't rolling to a gentle stop any time soon. She was going to have to do what the General ordered and pry her life-affirming grip from this motherfucking tail.
As the pendulum swing of that tail reached its crest, Daisy flailed her arm out and instantly started to slide toward the ground. Her hand slapped into Fury's and the ridges on the dinosaur's back scraped down her leg as the tail swung out from under her. Lizard fucking Jesus must have been watching over her, because just her toes skimmed the thundering ground and she grabbed Nick's forearm with her free had to scramble up the triceratops' scaled side. It had to be two, maybe three seconds before the dinosaur's tail cleared the hard patch where Daisy had touched down, then the rocks burst, tall grass, dry earth and rocky shrapnel shooting upwards in a dusty cloud. The herd of animals all turned and scattered in surprise, shards bouncing harmlessly off of their thick skin, making the whole valley shudder. That explained why they were bothering with these fucking things. Clinging to the General's shoulder, Daisy could only turn her face away from the explosion, feeling it hit her back and almost knocking her over the dinosaur's head.