For a split horrible second Ron was convinced he was going to die; and then a crossbow bolt the size of a spear thudded into the side of the monster's chest, and it twisted in the air, its momentum thrown wildly sideways by the weapon. The screeching sound turned to horrid gargling and the creature bolted, vanishing into the trees with alarming speed. Hagrid shouldered his crossbow and strode over to Ron, lifting him to his feet and shaking him slightly to dislodge the dirt. "Y'alright, Ron?"