The large man in the large loincloth gripped his sharp shard of stone tight and eyes the beast with dire severity in his eyes. His body shook with rage as he circled the beast until he was at its flank, as it focused it's attentions on the bearded one.

It was large. Too large. The blood spatters on its fur left him with a slight feeling of hesitation as he ceased stepping forward. It only lasted a moment, but this was a situation where a moment meant death.

With a deep breath, he advanced, moving his huge bulk toward the beast with determination. He dived for its back legs, trying to tie it up with his arms and to get a few jabs off with his stone, to distract it at least, if not injure it.