The monster went down, convulsing and writhing in protest.
An eerie calm followed, punctuated only by the breaking of the waves as you catch your breath. Just as you thought you'd saved your skin, a chorus of guttoral growls erupted from the far sand banks, about 60metres away. You spin on your heels to find the boat, it lay 10meters behind you in the break water, still sat at an acute angle to the beach.
roll iniattive, we're not fighting yet but passage of time will be important, I need to log it in combat turns