hounds: full fight

With an enormous bawl of pain, one of the hounds suddenly arched into view, flailing in the air above the hedge. A terrified clamor broke through the ferocious braying of the pack. Beyond the hedge a fight was raging- and by the sound of it, the pack was in trouble.
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He could see three dogs ahead of him, snarling and milling about uncertainly on the near side of the hedge. The other three were not to be seen. They were beyond the hedge, Lycon surmised- and from their silence, dead. The lizard ape was cunning; it had laid in wait for the pack as the dogs squirmed through the hedge. But surely it was no match for three huge Molossians. Lyon was less than a hundred yards from the hedge row when the blue-scaled lizard-ape vaulted over the the thorny barrier with an acrobat's grace. It writhed through the air, and one needle-clawed hand slashed out- tearing the throat from the nearest Molossian before the dog was fully aware of its presence.

The lizard-ape bounced to the earth like a cat, as the last two snarling hounds sprang for it together. Spinning and slashing as it ducked under and away, the thing was literally a blur of motion. Deadly motion. Neither hound completed its leap as talons tore and gutted- slew with nightmarish precision.
-Killer pg. 21-22