The cieling wasn't very thick, being a civillian home and designed to be lived on, rather than fought in, and gave way to the tail thrust easily. The creature meanwhile seemed to shrug off the blow with minimal damage, angry red slashes visible on it's throat, but it wasn't bleeding very much at all, as if it's blood coagulated faster than a normal creature's.<br/><br/>The beast bellowed and charged again, attempting to sink it's own claws into Hydra's hide.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"A ballisong?" Samuel asked, looking over the butterfly knife. "Huh, cool. Thanks," he said, smiling at Janz. "Though personally, I'll keep out of melee range and<span style="font-style: italic">shoot</span>things rather than try and shank them with a knife. Works better in my experience."<br/><br/>"Where'd you get the big gun?" he asked.