Snarnorgul had set his mind into the proper state of awareness in the hopes of locating his prey. He had expected an attack of course; still he never divined the coming blow over the other smells of burning ash and soot. A sharp burning pain shot up his leg as something pierced his hairy hide. The smell of burnt fur soon assaulted his senses amid the smoke swirling around him. The object, which Snarnorgul discerned felt like a mix between a hot piece of steel caught between flowing water, that had struck into his leg seemed to have partially pierced his tibia bone. Luckily a spear was a terrible weapon to cut tendons, especially for a creature his size and autonomy. 

Snarnorgul roared in protest all the same though as his weight buckled to his right. Ironically however, the same weapon that had so wounded him had also cauterized the puncture site. The process of course was extremely painful, but to a creature such as him which was already highly resistant to fire and lightening, he turned that searing pain toward focus. Obviously the humanoid he sought must have attacked him. The audacity of this creature! Yet, more importantly they had erred, for now they were easily within his considerable reach and range. 

Focusing his acute hearing he made out the sound of breathing and the faint sound of heat beat. Snarnorgul other senses, far sharper than his poor eyesight, easily made up for the lack of visibility. He raised his massive upper right arm, the one that held one of his two pincers, far to the right and behind him. He a growl he swept it in a wide arch before him with enough strength to shatter steel, stone, bone, like frail glass. The sweep would have the added benefit of clearing a great degree of smoke and debris as well. With an easy 10 feet reach he was confident he would hit something, as the average spear was only 6 feet long. Even so he was already inhaling so that his chest puffed out.