So in one story we have Locusts and his mate not being scared when the man-shaped object threw rocks back at them, and in the other we hear of SBT running after a werewolf.
I'm obviously a complete wuss. If I were the former, I'd still be behind the wheel now driving in the opposite direction as fast as possible. If I were the latter I'd be in the cellar with the door nailed shut and brandishing a shotgun.