Sandy groaned at the prospect.

"Of course we do." She complained loudly and narrowly avoided being thrown off as the Raptor turned sharply.

But what about the raptor? It would kill them the minute it realized there were off!

An idea formed and Sandy felt her stomach twist like a rung out rag.

"I need the knife!" She shouted over her shoulder, tightening her legs again so she could take off one hand. She'd have to be fast and they would probably still get thrown.