Gritting his teeth, Stockade rips the spear out of his own stomach and throws it to the side. He should be dead by now, but he just... isn't.
Huntsmen are gathering by the entrance at this point, pacing about worriedly.
Nothing stops Gen, nothing seems willing to get close to the beast.
The ogre keels over in pain, clutching at itself.
The beast grabs his hand and shakes Copper about, slamming him into the ground.