"I doubt that the swords will do any good," the
guard says sympathetically. "But there is still a little
hope for you.  The creature is vulnerable in only
one place.  Go for its throat.  You may be able to 
choke it."
   Then the guard leads you out into the stadium.
The grandstands are filled with Omicron Masters
and Omicron slaves.  The crowd roars as you and
Viktorov step into the center of the arena.  You
think the cheers are for you.  But then you look 
across the arena and see -- incredibly -- a dinosaur!
A Tyrannosaurus rex!  The monster roars and 
lunges toward you, its great tooth-filled head sway-
ing from side to side.  You grip the handle of your
sword.
   "Let's spread out," you tell Viktorov.
  The monster lumbers forward.  At least it is
not agile.
   The cheers grow even louder.  And the great
beast, seeming to sense the cheers are for it, gives
a bloodcurdling roar in response.
  "I will distract it," Viktorov says.  "You try to use
your sword as a javelin -- into the throat!"

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