[Sure enough, the monster is shoved backwards, away from him. It lets out a sound that must have been one of confusion-- but it's hard to tell. Mostly it just sounds... well, monstrous.]
[Something sharp slips out of the end of one of its clublike arms and sticks into the floor, screeching like nails on a chalkboard as it's dragged.]
[Meanwhile, Heather is struggling to her feet, grabbing for her gun-- which had fallen when she tripped.]
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[Something sharp slips out of the end of one of its clublike arms and sticks into the floor, screeching like nails on a chalkboard as it's dragged.]
[Meanwhile, Heather is struggling to her feet, grabbing for her gun-- which had fallen when she tripped.]