One of the larger dinosaurs a bit aways from Torin was swept off of its feet by a massive gust of wind, which sent it startled and staggering into a restaurant canopy. Arthur Pendragon approached, his expression remaining absolutely neutral in comparison to everyone else who had been panicking.

Arthur had learned better than to kill on impulse, but it wasn't as if he were going to let the dinosaurs engage any innocent people if he could help it.

"Watch it," He spoke up, approaching it with his drawn, invisible sword. "Whatever brought you here--or made you--we're going to have to figure out, huh?"