Lycon kills it

Then, Lycon thrust, finding the scales tough but no match for his sword or his resolution...
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Lycon withdrew the short, heavy blade of his weapon, a smooth reversal of his previous thrust that had fleshed it...
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The creature grinned. There was a slot in the taut, scaled skin its ribcage like a cross-section of a blade at its widest point: a finger's length by finger's breadth and the beastcatcher had felt paving stones grate across his point to end the thrust...
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The ichor which pulsed from the lizard-ape's torn chest was too nearly transparent to color the scales beneath it, but the creature's belly shown liquidly in the bathing moonlight...
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And they smiled at eachother, the killers, until the light went out of the eyes of the one with blue scales and the other stumbled because his knees no longer needed to support him.
-Killer, pg. 258-260