Restraining mutant dog

The beast made its strangled squeal at me. It lunged, and I didn't retreat. Instead, I put my arm out for it to bite.


The Wretch expanded out from me, starting at the skin and unfolding into its true shape shortly after. The mutated dog didn't catch me by the arm. My arm caught it by the inside of the mouth.

***

"Don't f cking shoot it," I growled the words. "They're bulletproof like this. You'll just draw its attention to you."


I had very little experience having the Wretch active and a living combatant who wouldn't be torn to shreds by it. I flipped myself around, arm and Wretch still in its jaws, holding its mouth open enough that it couldn't muster the strength to close its jaws and break my forcefield, and I wrapped my legs around the dog's neck.


It was about as tall at the shoulder as a pony, but it was muscular, and the loose skin that had torn around the expanding muscle made getting any leverage hard, but the placement of the Wretch didn't obstruct my freedom of movement or my ability to get my legs into place.


As it fought me, scrabbling and periodically losing its footing, I began to drag it into the hallway where the students had gone.


"Coming in!" I hollered the words. The dog responded to the holler with more struggling, which seemed to shake it more.

- Blinding 11.1