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That the beast was not only sentient but also able to speak was not a possibility that had crossed his mind. Ben would have shown remorse, but seeing its transformation did little to deter him from his original decision. Of course its accusation that he didn't think of consequences was completely absurd; Ben went into this knowing full well that there was a battle to be had. He could take whatever was thrown his way with confidence. 

As he reached to ready a second arrow, he watched as the beast threw the harp. To his abject horror, he realized it wasn't heading for him. How hypocritical [i]and[/i] predictable, so quick to call him on his haste when it acted exactly as Ben expected. The nerve of some creatures! Dropping the arrow, he brandished the blade with his right hand and backed up several paces. As the harp neared, he narrowed his eyes as his stance went low. He swung once with the broad side of the sword, sending the harp away from Lilie. He kept the sword in hand as he readied another aarow, eyeing the beast warily. The idea of close combat wasn't one he was fond of, but this could prove difficult if he wasn't careful.

[color=C0C0C0]"I'd ask for your forgiveness, but I believe I'll save it for the end of this skirmish,"[/color] Ben said. [color=C0C0C0]"A test of might calls for action, you'd have me stand here and do nothing while you attack my defenseless mage?"[/color]

The question came as he stood his ground. It was more of a formality and a minor apology than anything, and he sincerely doubted anything would come of it. But if he did get an answer, perhaps he would get a hint at its weakness.