Explosions are not Inherently Violent.
Cain let gravity carry his body down a slopping hill of sand.
'Damn it! This thing is everywhere!'
The sand had gotten into every nook, cranny, and crevice of his body. It had somehow managed to make its way into his armor. How that happened, he had no idea.
Picking himself up in a second, he managed to evade the giant falling body aimed at his head.
He clicked his tongue, 'Persistent little bastard!'
While the {Horned Flame Lizard} was persistent, it was by no means little. Its huge reptilian body with rippling muscles and sharp fangs and claws.
A beast of pure violence and death. Add hunger to that and you get a very terrifying combination.
Cain realized that even if this beast was intelligent, at the end of the day, it was a beast. A slave to its own desires.
Humans were beastlike as well, but not in the same way as these creatures. In a way, he felt hypocritical for thinking that way, but it was just reality.