Scott's scream brought Deacon back to the now. The...whatever...was going after Scott. Deacon wouldn't exactly call Scott a friend, but he seemed the only ally available and Deacon was unwilling to loose such an ally. There was something in his hand, and Deacon used it. He brought the heavy end of the club down on top of the thing so hard it snapped, leaving a long pointed stick. This was ok too, as Deacon stabbed the thing repeatedly with it. The stabbing only left slight cuts on its tough hide, but it was a distraction, keeping the thing off Scott long enough for him to recover. Deacon didn't speak or make a sound really other than grunts of exertion.