Using a boot to kick the thing in the chest, dislodge it enough to get to his quiver and slam an arrow right through its face, Clint shook off the tension in his shoulders and ignored the bleeding long enough to check over his stuff. "Yeah, I got something for this."
Clint could get around the dinos, after the rifts with the demons, he was good with accepting the dinos, although the demons had made a little bit more sense since the magic and the portals and stuff, that was semi-explainable in the long run. Dinosaurs? Not so much of an explanation, or a reason even.
"When I was ten I was totally more interested in space. Dinosaurs, not so much." But then, it would've been cool back then, if these things weren't trying to eat them. "Can you get high? This is gonna make a bit of a boom." Rosa and Robert had definitely gotten a bigger bang for the buck on a special arrow point, a little more volatile than his usual explosive arrows, but the shrapnel and reach would be better for this particular situation at least.