The beast shrieked and jerked away from Hazel at the close prescence of the pendant.
It staggered backward toward Amos, he rolled out of it's way and grabbed up his rifle and shuffled around behind Hazel.
He tried to grip his gun with both hands but couldn't, his right hand was black and blue and swelling, undoubtedly broken.
He slipped it into his left arm half-heartedly.
The Tartok stepped back away from the two, a clear burning hatred in it's milked over eyes.
Courtney popped up from her corner and broke for the stairs, running for all she was worth.
The creature roared at detected her prescence and strides forward, it turned and attempted to make a wide birth to Hazel's right to pursue Courtney.