The four horn dropped.
Not stumbled, not fell. Chose to drop, the decision visible in the way its body moved before it hit the ground, the massive frame folding forward onto both hands with a deliberateness that said this was not a concession to gravity but a preference. Its knuckles hit the dirt and the ground cracked beneath each one and then it was moving, all fours, and the speed at which something that size moved on all fours was the kind of information that the human brain received and then spent a full second refusing to process correctly.
It covered twenty feet before either of them reacted.
Egor reacted first.
