Rising
together yet again he remained there, suspended, and aimed for the
throat. He could not get past the others flashing jaws, then was broken
back.
They clashed again, Akar off balance, and it was only through a supreme
effort that he held up against the weight and strength. He slipped
away, and this time Shar-hai lunged at his exposed shoulder. The wolf
turned sharply back into him, trying to seize his front leg; but he was
away. Akar ran a short way, then turned. They rose together, the
larger reaching greater height, forcing him down. He slipped away.
Again. One of the guard suddenly lunged at him, biting deep into his
hind leg before the one-eyed male drove him away. They bickered and
fought. Shar-hai was on him again, tearing at his ear. They rose.
Again.
Slowly they kept fighting and Akar was losing strength and it seemed to
him that the world became a blur of yellow teeth and he was caught in a
circle of foes whose names he had forgotten, and it was like a dizzying
whirlpool or being caught in a ring of fire with the heat and smoke
choking him and all he could do was fight back against the one who kept
attacking him.
And as the horror of it grew and desperation drove reason and
consciousness from him, he became cruel and savage like a dying animal.
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