"Easy there, Beastbreaker. We want the same thing, but we can't be too hasty." Anchor pets the spear a few times, along the grain of the wood. Then she strides forward towards the monster, through the debris, picking up a bit of speed with each step.
If the cry were dangerous for its contents, she could drown it with another song. But the King's screech is dangerous for its magnitude, and that, she will just have to endure. She does not flee at the initial almost-human roar. It's just noise. She does not flee as it twists into a monstrous scavenger shriek. Anchor has been known to eat the land's stoutest soldiers for breakfast (although a whole host at once would be rather gluttonous) and is tougher by far. She does not flee even if it grows so vast that all sound ceases and Lammergeir's voice becomes a noiseless stabbing pressure drawing blood to run down into her hair.
She weaves with the spear under a branch, steps up onto a fallen tree, and lunges, thrusting Beastbreaker up towards a pitted pock of rust in the beast's armor. At this point it doesn't
have to drag her along. They are both here for a fight, both here to stab through that armor and tear at the monster within it.