The stone hit him hard on the bone of his forearm. That was definitely going to leave a mark, but soon the pain became an afterthought. His arms were the least of his worries, after all. They could easily be repaired.

"That's a shame. You know - I get the feeling you didn't really like me from the start. Remember-? When we met at the feast." His eyes narrowed as he pointed at her, not accusingly. "Did I do something? I realize I can be a little off-putting sometimes. I don't do it on purpose, though, I promise."

He was oddly conversational, considering their circumstances, approaching and circling the girl, spear still very steady in his hand. Of course there were little to no reasons for her to grow fond of him now, but he figured that was never going to happen either way. All that was left was an injured little girl, ready for the kill. He was ready, too.