Didn't Thenadeir already drop his pistol?
Thenadeir twists in time to bust a cap in the rushing dinosaur's hide, but the beast's momentum carries it forward. Even as it leaps towards him, its expression twists into one of pain and agony. The explosion ripples inside it, displacing skin and causing it to bulge. With a breathless grunt, it lands on Thenadeir, gently smoking from its bullet-wound. The great beast goes limp on top of him, it's final exhale forming a pained "yoshiiiiiiiii."
Yay! Thenadeir killed a defenseless mother and her friends!
"This plane is not wanting for beasts. There should be more than enough for you. Go find one of them." Mercutio watches Gordon carefully. He didn't know who this fellow was, but he didn't much want to fight him anyway. However, if Gordon made any sudden or aggressive moves, Mercutio would force to let his arrow loose. He really didn't want to deal with this right now - his interests were currently focused more towards acquiring a specimen of that flying creature he'd been tracking. And now it was just going to get away. His tail curls into tight coils as his irritation grows. "Go, before I put a bolt through your chest and consume your soul."