This was bad. This was really bad. Seth didn't know how they were going to get out of this but Peter had already worked that out for them. Seth heard the blasting of those jet boots and before Seth could complain again they were jetting off into the air. Because of the added weight he knew that Peter couldn't get high enough. They were barely halfway off the ground and then Seth saw them - the raptors - they were running after them and Seth cried out when he saw one of them jump so fucking high, its jaws snapping at one of Peter's boots.
The fucking dinosaur literally broke the jet boot off and Seth had no choice but to grab onto Peter tighter when they starting shooting off sideways into the nearest tree that broke their flight. Seth's head literally bounced off the tree trunk and he flipped in mid air, his back hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
"Fuck," Seth choked, his ears ringing and his eyes dazed. He couldn't see even with the helmet on, his fingers hitting the button on the ear piece that switched the helmet off, his head turning to look at Peter who was asking if he was alright.
"We're fucking dead," Seth said, sitting up and not even realizing that he had one of Peter's quad blasters. He heard Peter shooting with the other, Seth grabbing hold of Peter's arm just because he was afraid that he would lose sight of him.
"We have to go. We gotta run." Because that raptor was going to come running back with its posse and Seth knew that they couldn't shoot a whole fucking pack of hungry raptors. They were fast and most of all, if those dumbass movies were right, they were smarter than the average bear.