There's a lot going on here that Pratt doesn't understand, and that he's in no position to even attempt to, especially now that he's bleeding all down the front of his uniform and this statue's hand. He freezes when the voice speaks, but then erupts into frenzied writhing immediately after.

"Lemme go. Come on man, put me down." Some of that might be understandable among the breathy wheezes of trying to breathe while having a slit in his throat. It may not have hit his carotid or jugular, but he's still going to bleed out eventually especially while being dragged around.

He kicks and squirms with determination, and finally gets enough space between the gun and the golden man to shoot him not through the heart. In the shoulder preferably so he puts him down.

The beast over there is all but forgotten.