The clean shaven man clicked his tongue and backed away. The beast had come up out of nowhere and he wasn't all too pleased with their odds. He wanted to run away from the thing, thinking that it would be the best idea. He supposed that their numbers increased their chance of victory, but it also increased the chance of injury.

The clean shaven man had a decision to make. The beast had already attacked one of them so he could run away and save himself, or risk his own life to help the others fight it off. But as the large man ran to help their companion, he realised that he didn't have time to think about it.

He ran towards the beast and jumped towards it, aiming to land on the top of the raging animal. Perhaps he could do some damage from there, and discourage it from continuing its assault.