Adrenaline flooded the boy’s body as he began to visibly shake… with excitement. “Now we will fight you and I, beast, know that it will be Aegis who slays you!” He yelled, as much to satisfy his own sense of heroic endeavour as to communicate any idea with a creature that probably couldn’t understand him. His spear had drawn blood, but not enough, this was not to be an easy fight, and now it bore down on him with hunger and madness in its metaphorical eyes (it didn't seem to have any). Its roar was strange, fearsome for it though. The sound of a monster was often overlooked but Aegis had fought plenty, and it was the noises they made that distinguished them to him over any ordinary animal. Something from another world, something out of myth and legend, and now he would face it and slay it and make it part of his own story! Or so he hoped, seizing another rocky spear in hand and twizzling it experimentally as the beast not only reached him but seemed to circle him like a hound. It was not the approach he expected, it did not leap at him blindly but seemed to be looking for a weak-spot. He wouldn’t present one easily. His eyes tracked it as he circled with it, shield out, though its use against such a great beast was yet to be seen. They were both waiting for a mistake, perhaps Aegis was the one to make it. “So be it then, to battle!” He yelled, announcing his purpose as he swapped grips on his spear by first throwing it up and then catching it over-arm. In the same breath, he pulled back and let loose, tracking the beast’s movement, striving to aim where it will be rather than where it was. The rocky projectile cut through the air, unerringly aimed for the beast’s flank. By the time it had left his hand he was already moving for his real weapon, where it stood plunged into the earth.