The marksman watched as his bullet embedded itself in the man's skull, taking satisfaction in his handiwork, he returned his rifle to his back, strapping it in. Roy noticed more movement, the woman who had shouted about shooting earlier, she was slicing into the man's neck, a few moments later she rose, hold on the beast's head. Roy began his discent, it wasn't particularly far, maybe ten or twelve meters. He was about two or three meters off of the ground when he heard it. 

Like a screech of a thousand hyenas. He lost grip and fell, slamming onto the ground. "Arg... What was that?" He regained himself rubbing his side, where he had fallen. It took a few minutes but he arrived on the scene as the woman explained where she would be then said, "Alright you, come on out, it's safe now."

"Pardon, are you talking to me?" The marksman said as he strolled up to the scene, his Enfield Revolver drawn incase there was further danger.