The corners of Conan's mouth lifted into a small smirk as the beast lost its iron-like hide. The fact that it fled excited him even more Its whole body now a nice, vulnerable target just begging to be filled with arrows. "Aye, woman!" His voice barely containing his excitement.  He planted himself firmly on the ground and took a deep breath, as removed one of his few remaining arrows from his quiver and drew back the bowstring. The warrior woman was right the monster would go down soon enough. The arrow flew whistled through the arrow and buried itself right into the creatures flesh. Just like hunting back in the wilds, the beast was no more than prey now and once again he felt the role of the hunter. "Go back to the hell you dragged yourself from, you wretch!" In rapid succession he launched off every single arrow he had at the creatures exposed points.