Faelan wasn't pissed off enough at Shula to not hear her thought, and even he had to admit, the thing looked freakishly human in a sense. It's gait and stance obviously wasn't, but the way it looked was like a dead body. A dead<i>human </i>body. Or even a few of them. It was unsettling, even to him, but he couldn't let himself get distracted, and he already knew this wasn't going to be an enjoyable ordeal. He watched it carefully as it cracked it's head around, the blinded head seemingly catching on to their scent or something just as creepy. The maw almost seemed like a twisted smile, and the grotesque nature of the thing made him blood thirsty.<br/><br/>"Shula, get you shit together, and go for the right side," he grunted as he readied his sword, the metal shimmering in the lights. The alcohol hindered his strength, and he realized somewhat embarrassingly that he wasn't holding it nearly as solidly as he'd have to in order to fight. Shula might be able to make up for him, if they were communicating well enough to actually fight. The ground under the beast seemed to rot away as it's spit seeped out of it's mouth, boiling into the earth as it hit. "And don't let it bite you, that thing looks like it's bite is as bad as it's bark."