I'm thinking of submitting for WOTF (Writers of the Future)
Amid intimidating shouts and screams, one darted in, baiting it, while two raced in from the other side and stabbed knives into the thick hide. It turned on them, ignoring the one now behind it, allowing Haryi to climb a little higher and drive the spikes on his gloves in at the top of the spine.
It thrashed, rearing up to fall over backwards in slow motion, its bulk smashing several of the boxes. Dirt sprayed out, mixing with the water to make a heavy sludge, the footing on the paths suddenly treacherous. The children's refuge remained intact.
The thing lay still.