The ...thing knew it had lost the element of surprise, but these were two soft meatbags (albeit one very large meatbag but that just meant more to fill its fathomless gullet). It sprung, claws outstretched.

It was hardly even a contest - Klaus was clearly at home in a fight, even against unconventional things, and in a blink of an eye a lance formed from his blood and he flung it with the sort of precision that would make olympic javelin throwers sweat. It pierced the creature from head to toe - it was dead before it even hit the ground.