The loud bangs of the weapon make her jump - she's seen weapons like this, even handled a couple, but she didn't expect something that size to make such a noise - but she hasn't got time to wonder.

Man and beast go tumbling to the ground, and Aloy could have taken a second to consider her options, but instead she barrels forward, bow returned to her back and lance in hand before she can think -

The point of the lance is so long that when she puts her whole weight into the thrust, the tip pierces one side and an instant later the other - then she lifts the lance, flailing mass of bloody feathers and all, pivots and swings it hard, throwing the animal off so that it crashes into the ground a few feet away.

And without so much as looking down to make sure the man she's trying to help here is even OK, she follows it - stabs - twists - and it finally stills.

That's when she looks around properly. "Thanks. For the help."

Look, she's sociable.