The double kick strikes home with spot-on precision. The force of it is enough to knock the triceratops off the car and sending it stumbling away several steps. It's a good kick, maybe strong enough to crack a rib or two and the animal slumps down as its sides heave once or twice. For a moment, it's almost a pitiable sight.

... But then its head is up and looking at the two Cures. The light in its eyes burns brighter as emotions flickers across them. Pain, fear, anger. Hatred. It slams its feet down on the street with enough weight and power to crack the asphalt beneath them and roars at the top of its lungs. It's a... considerable sound.

And then it's moving. Charging straight toward the two of them with its head down and horns aimed to stab straight through them.