He smirked at the minute mark, figuring it had realized he was hunting it as much as it was hunting him, and was trying the slow and steady approach, rather than a rush. That was fine with him, and he began placing some of his grenades about his feet, careful to keep the tapping as steady and strong as it had been.<br/><br/>He knew the bulette hadn't left, it was like a great white shark, and would stop when it either ate him or died, or more likely a minute or so after it died. Still, he was glad he had a bladed weapon out, as he was not quite prepared for the ground giving way, but the pillar he had been leaning against was perfect. He slammed the magical blade into the rock, the adamantine rapier easily penetrating the rock, and the fact it was a stabbing weapon kept him from falling further than a couple inches. Still, he had to contort to avoid getting his legs taken off at the knees, and hurled himself off to the side as he rebounded, leaving the blade in the pillar. Instead of drawing a new one, he reached out and twisted the fuses for the grenades, setting the three of he had managed to place, hopefully either in its gut or mouth, but even if they had only fallen beside it, it was still going to be hurting, badly.