Rarity watched as Atchmon tripped and flailed out his arms to keep himself upright and running, but the effort proved futile as he fell to the ground. The dire beast quickly closed the gap; there was no way Atchmon could pick himself up in time to run or to defend himself. The downed human was struggling to draw out his blade, but could not unclasp it fast enough with the beast charging towards him just feet away. 