“Big. Humanoid. Hairy thing with leathery skin and a face like dried oatmeal. Its got claws on its hands and feet and fanged teeth like a rabid weasel. Also smells like something that died in a gym sock,” he said as he pulled out a taser. “But lucky for us? Vulnerable to electricity.”

He looked at his taser and then at Jane’s hammer and smirked. “Which you have in abundance. I’ve only got one shot with this.”