It would drag up its limbs and vital organs all up into itself, and then, using a strange alchemy that only a monster could have been capable of reproducing, it used up all the energy that it had stored in weeks or even months or inactive, and then it would fire its hard-rock head truly like a cannonball at any bit of meat that dared to come near it, feasting its fill.
They had a surprising range with this ability, if they wanted to maximize distance, but it was truly a single close-range shot that really guaranteed them any sort of success. It had to lure its prey within ten metres of it to be absolutely certain of a kill. Of course, that range would have had to be a good deal lower to have inflicted any sort of damage on Oliver.
