The Allosaurus stands its ground and simply lean that monstrous body forward snapping that mouth every time the Ceratosaurus steps from behind the tree.
And when the Yankees come through Tara and might of burnt him out or killed him, he warn't fazed a bit and he warn't licked neither. He just planted his front feet and stood his ground.
Tormented and querulous, at the same time conscientious and able, he stands at the parting of the ways, unwilling to yield an inch, unable to concede a point, harsh, peremptory, apprehensive, and without hope.