It seems like muscle control comes too late, and by the time you manage to spring back into action the thing already has you in its grip. Thankfully, you're able to wriggle out of the creature's grip fairly easily... perhaps because it had thought you well and truly frozen by its roar, or perhaps because it had simply underestimated your ability to maneuver. Whatever the reason, you tumble out of the creature's grip with relative ease, and land on delicately on the ground behind it...<br/><br/>Which seems to confuse the thing... and make it mad. With another ear-splitting roar, the creature turns around to face you, and lashes out blindly with one mighty fist. You manage to avoid the worst of it, though one of the beast's knuckles does graze against your exposed nipples, the sheer closeness of the thing's fist sending waves of chill air over your body.<br/><br/>This thing is<em>strong...</em>