Nessra grimaced.  Clearly, the crossbow wasn't getting the job done.  She slung the weapon and gripped her spear.  She judged the distance of the one charging towards her.  It seemed young, from it's lack of scars and markings, and impulsive.  Exactly the sort she'd normally use magic on.  But it was too late for that; it would be on her before she could subdue it with an enchanted sleep.  So instead she readied her spear, turning her left side to face the charging beast, the butt of the weapon in the sand and securely against the instep of her right foot, she prepared to lower the point, preparing to receive the monster's charge.