The thing rears up at the sound, bloody froth flying from its mouth as it snarls a response to the challenger. As the lesser beings clear the way, its eyes widen; whatever it was expecting to find in this world, this was not it.

(Two of the Marines scramble forward to drag their comrade out of the way, since the monstrosity's attention is elsewhere.)

The snarl becomes a bellow, the rear becomes a crouch, and it lunges at Garion with an almost palpable fury.

(And Venkman, who's been making it rain Mi-Go, can be heard to yell, "... your ass with melted butter! Ray, you almost done with that pack yet?"

"Just about, Pete! Egon, you're next!")