A low, frustrated growl rumbles in Bigby’s throat when he’s ignored, but the simple fact that he is ignored almost helps to make him feel less threatened. If there’s anything to note about the creature’s actions, it’s that there doesn’t seem to be any real purpose to them. Mundy machines usually didn’t work like that from his experience – they were made to be precise and efficient. So there was something different about this one.

Bigby breaks into a run towards the beast and triggers a mild transformation as he does – feeling strength course through his veins. As the distance between them closes, he leaps up the branches of nearby tree and tries to make himself more noticeable.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”