out with the old

Hattori dove for the wolf hounds throat and when his fangs made contact Áskell released his hold on the leg, knowing it would not be long before the hound met his end. The sounds of battle had drawn out more dogs. Some fled at the sight of the wolves but others dove into the fray. A particularly large pitbull dove for him and he scrambled out of the way of its powerful jaws just in time. The dog was muscle upon muscle but not as agile as Áskell and he quickly twisted about, his saber fangs digging into the dogs back, just behind its shoulder blades as he wrapped his arms around its side. The dog howled and twisted its neck to try and get back at him but he could feel its hind limbs and back shuddering beneath him.