At last there was one of the Folk who dared to face Red-Eye.
As their approval and acclamation arose on the air, Red-Eye snarled down at them, and on the instant they were subdued to silence.

Encouraged by this evidence of his power, he thrust his head into view, and by scowling and snarling and gnashing his fangs tried to intimidate me.
He scowled horribly, contracting the scalp strongly over the brows and bringing the hair down from the top of the head until each hair stood apart and pointed straight forward.
The sight chilled me, but I mastered my fear, and, with a stone poised in my hand, threatened him back.

He still tried to advance.

I drove the stone down at him and made a sheer miss.

The next shot was a success.
The stone struck him on the neck.