Genesis is slow

My heels had barely touched back down before I was attacked by a gargoyle, of all things, a hulking brute of a beast with grey, pebbly scales for skin and long, wicked looking talons at the end of each of its limbs. It swiped at me, but it seemed so slow, so half-hearted, and I thrust myself back far enough to draw my bow as it appeared in my hands like magic.