Vorrin rolled his neck when he heard the beast get back up, withdrawing his club from it's holster once more. "More worthy than I thought" He chuckled under his breath as the beast hurtled through the sand, seeking him out. Vorrin was patiently waiting for the beast to strike, ready to swing with tremendous force when it reared it's ugly beak. His adrenaline was high, but he was out of breath to say the least, he would need to end this fight quickly and get something to eat soon. As the worm swam through the sand, Vorrin wondered what manner of demon could heal so quickly from being bludgeoned in the head. Perhaps it's brain was somewhere else, and the wounds he inflicted didn't really matter. Whatever the case, Vorrin waited for the worm to strike