Suddenly the tyrannosaur makes a dash at you.
But you manage to leap to the side, and the animal 
blunders by.
   Then its beady red eyes catch sight of Vik-
torov -- a larger, tastier, slower morsel than you
are.
   The tyrannosaur heads for Viktorov while you
wait off to one side.  It lowers its head to make the 
strike. But Viktorov, suprisingly nimble, swerves
aside justin front of you.  When the tryannosaur
makes its own slower turn, you're there with your
sword.  You hurl it into the monster's red maw.  It's
in -- and deep!
   The monster screams in pain, then stumbles
and collapses onto the sand of the arena with
blood gurgling out of its throat.
   There's a sudden silence in the stadium.  Then
the cheers resume.  And this time they're for you
and Viktorov.  You look up at the spectators, and
they are all on their feet.  Their hands, with thumbs
up, are raised high above their heads.

   A week after that you're safely back home.  For
some strange reason you sometimes dream at
night about fighting dinosaurs.  But when anybody
asks about a man called Bill Sutherlan, you can
remember nothing.

The End

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