Crushes neck

Cassius got out from under Mouse and lurched for me, his eyes mad, his hands outstretched in strangling claws.
Mouse landed on his back, and the huge dog's jaws closed on the man's neck.
Cassius froze in place in sudden terror, his eyes very wide. He stared at me.
For a second there was total silence.
"I gave you a chance," I told him, my voice quiet.
Quintus Cassius's liver-spotted face went pale with horrified comprehension. “Wait."
"Mouse," I said. "Kill him."
I had only one open eye with which to watch Cassius meet his end. But in that final second, rage and terror and horrified realization flashed through his eyes. And just as Mouse's jaws crushed the delicate bones of his neck, there was a flare of ugly energies, a flash of unholy purplish light around him, and he spoke words that rang in echoes totally out of proportion to their volume.
"DIE ALONE," he spat.
A flood of power hit me and my vision went black.
The last thing I heard was the snapping of bone.


Dead Beat Chapter 37, Page 337-338