[i]The ranger had called the monster's bluff. It had indeed only been faking. It had taken that one arrow on purpose, devoting more of the healing from the last bite into its body rather than the wing, keeping some food left in its belly in order to heal up its insides as it went down. But it knew also that sometimes tricks didn't work. It had eaten opossums before. It had been keeping its ultrasonic echolocation trained upon its enemy, feeling up the contours of his form with unseen, malignant feelers of sound. It knew very well what a bow was. It noticed how he drew it back. Right as Crual fired, the monster's lax muscles constricted with immense force and it bolted forwards, throwing the guise of death aside. No, not into the explosive arrow. It would bolt beneath his aim in an attempt to both avoid the arrow and close the distance as quickly as possible, the deadly projectile narrowly missing and soaring on for some meters behind the Magna Pater, having further to fly than expected due to the intended target not being in the way to get hit. It would be but a few seconds until it got within reach. Its body seemed noticeably... slimier than before. It was secreting more of that congealing mucous, the rushing thing glistening in the light of the fire.[/i]