Trill stood over what was left of the beast.
Once a creature of terrifying ferocity, with inch-long fangs and razor sharp claws, it was now a few steaming bones, a pile of charred, bubbling flesh, and a handful of scattered bones. The dinosaur had been taller than her and thrice as wide. What was left couldn't fill a packing crate.
She looked down at the melted, glowing end of her ramshackle blaster rifle, similarly ruined.