'Yes,' she thought. 'It fell for it. Perhaps more bestial than human intelligence.'
"Surround it, lets work with it. Doctor, flank right, swordsman, left." she called, raising her crossbow and whispering a soft prayer under her breath, blessing the arrows.
"May your bolts fly true, and find their marks."
With that she tugged on the trigger and the repeating crossbow let out a hail of small bolts at the creature, peppering it with shots. They were custom bolts, one's she had made herself, with iron tips, small cross shapes on it, and blessed by a priest from another town over. She hoped the creature would be affected by iron as a side effect, but if not the metal barbs should do the trick to distract the creature until her comrades could start their attacks.