The creature turned to regard the human. Its mouthed opened, and a bestial scream erupted from its throat, too loud to have been possible in a creature so small. The very air was repulsed in the wake of its voice, warping and distorting as the sound travelled to his ears. The sound reeked of malevolent intent, and Handy felt weakness in his legs. His armour began glowing in tandem with the pulse of energy in the magical aura around the creature, shimmering in its own right lowly, glowing incandescent at intervals when the magic washed over him, whipping his cloak back. The creature bore down on him with hatred in what passed for its eyes, in which nothing could be perceived but a mindless hatred for all that surrounded it.