Zharkov sauntered up to the beast and flexed his arms. He stared directly at it and matched the beast's menacing face. Zharkov roared. He had dealt with such monsters countless times before- many twiee that one's size. Unless it had any surprises in store, Zharkov had no doubt in his mind that he would be victorious. It would, however, make a good warm-up. He reared his fists then thrust his arms outward at the beast. "HA!" he shouted.