Seeing the Moose Beast's cries of pain and fury, Damian pitied the beast, but wanted to take it down and was not going to back down.
[I will need to keep striking at its legs and wounding it while trying to suffer the least amount of damage as possible, until I am sure that it can no longer move as quickly and I can take it down from a distance with my bow] planned Damian within his mind.
He could feel some blood beginning to rise in his throat from the slight internal damage he had suffered from the two strikes he had been dealt, but he swallowed it down and his tempered body could handle the damage.
Damian knew that the Moose Beast was not going to leave its territory or give it up to another being, especially not a human, so he was planning to use that to his advantage.