Charles is sizing the creature up, watching its nostrils flare, the fierce light in its eyes as it huffs and rears up. Best chance is getting it in the neck, hopefully hard enough to sever the spine and put it down quick.

Avoiding those talons, though. Any tear in their suit and they'll likely pay for it with this poisoned air he keeps hearing about.

"Gonna try to get under and behind it," he murmurs to Pratt. "Back up. See if you can keep its eyes on you."