Oliver prepared himself. Beasts never seemed to be creatures that wanted to wait. Its eyes showed its anger, and it made it quite clear that it didn't want Oliver to be walking around unharmed for much longer.
It came dashing in again, its front paws reaching forward, tearing fistfuls of dirt up from its grip, as it hurled the rest of its weighty body along with it. Compared to those giant front legs, the rest of it seemed to be mere appendages. Those back legs hardly seemed to touch the ground to lend its attack more speed, and yet it came far more quickly than one would expect.
