He had suspected it might have picked up on his scent, by the time it finally turned around he was sure. Despite the precautions he had taken monsters simply did not work under the same rules as animals, so he expected nothing less. Sighing, he steeled himself for a frightful conflict with the great horned beast. His steps carried him within one hundred feet of the monster and as of yet it had not charged him, but had instead faced him in a stand-offish manner. Had he just encountered the monster he may have let it free at that point, not realising it was a ferocious and insatiable man-eater. However, he had seen the ruin it left behind it, there was no going back now, the beast had to be put down. He slammed the spiked butt of his spear down into the soft earth at his feet, leaving it standing erect as he concentrated on his open right hand. Slowly, with exaggerated coolness the earth cracked and rock rose beside the spear, taking on its form beside it. Meanwhile, in his hand a large spherical object that seemed to be made of stone had materialised. It hovered slightly above his open palm and then dropped back into his hand. It repeated this strange behaviour, seemingly bouncing up and down as another tower of rock appeared next to the now mostly formed earthen spear. The whole process of creating two duplicate spears of rock took about four seconds, in which he could react at any point. With a sigh, he stopped using the orb in his hand, the Celestial Orb of Moon, and returned it to wherever it lay when not in use (slightly diminished by his toil.) Then, provided the beast had remained still, or was at least a reasonable distance away, he reached in front of his original spear to grab the furthest away duplicate, uprooting it with a grunt and turning to face the beast. With a precision and strength of almost unnatural quality, a single step would see him launch the spear, javelin like, at the monster’s front right side, aiming for the neck.