Zachery groans in pain as the thing manages to get a good lick in...literally, strangely enough, as it dies after he had crushed its head in.  Dropping the pipe as he grabs his arm, putting pressure to the wound, and feeling it go numb only adding to his concern, Zachery looks and sighs in frustration as he sees that thing had managed to only mostly leave a nasty abrasion behind but nothing serious beyond that.  There was some blood, but not nearly what he had feared from the way it had hurt only moments ago.<br/><br/>Standing slowly, picking up the pipe on his way up, Zachery wondered what he was going to do as he stuffed it in the back of his shirt, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall out the back, he put his hand on his arm again before turning to the dead...thing at his feet.  "What the hell are you?"  He wondered aloud, examining the thing at his feet, trying to figure anything useful about it from a cursory examination.