The hero of Epirus watched the beast flail to its feet, its swinging tail cutting through the air as it spun to meet him. His intuition had been proven correct, as it often was, the beast still had some fight in it and advancing on it immediately would have spelled his doom. He almost allowed himself a smirk of triumph behind his helm, but that would be counting the eggs before they hatch, as they say.

Aegis winced as his spear cracked under the bulk of the creature, but he did not let it deter him from his work. The Celestial Orb of Moon was an artefact he was only beginning to understand, if artefact could even be considered the right word for it. It seemed to be the source of his earth manipulating powers, but even when he used it up the thing would slowly recoup its losses. He had discovered this the hard way in a tough battle a few years back, when all else had seemed lost. The Hero had thrown the Orb itself in a final effort and watched transfixed as it spread wide, something he was unable to do with normal earth, it seemed to change shape well out of the normal range he could affect things. He was going to use the Orb now, but it was an all or nothing strike, because if he missed the Orb would be lost and he would have no more access to the powers of his bloodline for the day.

Still, the hero of Epirus was not one to let something like critical failure get in the way of a good plan. The beast advanced upon him, low, smart, it meant he couldn’t get its legs. What he could do though was launch his Orb right at the thing’s face, and it wouldn’t be expecting what happened next. The beast let out its terrible cry and Aegis stepped back and launched the Orb, the two would meet along the path as his artefact spread wide like a rocky net, clamping down over whatever it could. In this case, it would likely be the beast’s toothy maw, as that was what Aegis aimed for. When it made purchase, it would wrap and tighten, before solidifying like a cocoon around the unfortunate beast. If the man-eater was unfortunate, it could very well be muzzled by a rocky net. If Aegis was unfortunate, he had just thrown away one of his best weapons and had little choice but to draw his sword, a desperate cry on his lips.