At this point Aloy's started to pick up on it: someone is showing off more than seriously fighting. He's jumping around too much for her to feel safe shooting too much, but she can see which way he's going, which of the monsters he's hitting first and which he'll hit next - she's watched enough fights between machines, and been in enough, to have an eye for this kind of thing by now.

One of the creatures has stopped, seemingly hesitating between attacking the man whirling about in their midst or Aloy herself some feet away. She starts with that one, and the first arrow punches into the side of its head where its ear should be, were it human. She doesn't hear the thunk of it - the crackling flames, snarling and wet sounds of blades cutting through flesh cover it totally.

It charges. She rolls out of the way, comes up closer to where the blood splatters the rocky ground around the main commotion. One arrow, a second, a third, hocked all at once - and they make a neat line down the thing's face, but it barely seems to feel the impacts. Again. This time she draws back for just a second, putting the bow away entirely. It's not the only weapon she has.

Her spear is mostly designed for use on machines - there's a device attached to it that can override machines from home, although it's no good here - but she's used it in hunting, and fights with people. As distasteful as it is to realise, it's much easier to fight living things with spears than it is machines. The very first lunge she makes with it plunges the sharp point into the thing's chest - the crunch of it reverberates in her hands. She pulls it in, just enough that she can kick it hard off the spear - it staggers back, sways, falls to one knee.

Before it can get up, she turns the spear in her hands and drives it down, right into the crook of its neck. A twist, a pull - and it falls sideways, head grotesquely loose on its neck.

...And in the time it took her to do that, he's probably taken out the entire rest of them.