Amaimon choked, trying to kick Behemoth off of him as his mouth was filled with herbs. Behemoth gave a shrill, commanding cry, clamping his paws over the earth king 's mouth. Amaimon screamed as best he could, but he couldn 't fight his familiar. The hobgoblin whined as claws tore at his arms, his child master scrambling to pull him off, yelling incoherently, but the demon didn 't let go, knowing this was for the best. After a short struggle his body decided what to do for him and instinctively he swallowed the small bitter leaves so he could breath, they hurt on the way down, but as soon as he had swallowed behemoth let go, backing away quickly.
The short story ‘Two Were Left’ by Hugh B. Cave exhibits constant suspense that keeps the reader entertained throughout the entirety of the story. Even the title of the story itself has a sense of suspense to it and raises many questions. The story instantly starts in a whirlpool of action as Noni is starving on an iceberg with only his starving dog, Nimuk, as his companion. Noni then decides to sharpen a piece of iron from his leg brace to kill and eat Nimuk to satisfy his growing hunger. However, Noni lacks the guts to take his pet’s life, and flings his makeshift knife away leaving him at the mercy of Nimuk.
The now-wailing man fell into a puddle, water mixing with his own blood, gazing in horror at the sight before him. Laci’s bones snapped and reshaped, her clothes ripped apart as her form grew larger, black claws sprouted from her fingertips. The blood in her mouth full of sharpening teeth tasted like honey. The last thought she had before the animalistic instincts took her over was of how he would look on tomorrow’s
The raccoon escapes into the water on Old Dan 's head. The raccoon tries to reach the shore and Old Dan catches him. After they killed the coon, Little Ann licks Old Dan 's cuts and he does the same for her, then the two dogs go off to find more raccoons
Suddenly, John lunged forward and tried to punch Jimmy in the face. Quickly, Jimmy grabbed the Hard book and brought it down on John 's skull. John 's fluffy fingers trembled and his wobbly toenails wobbled. He looked Sad, his body raw like a glorious, grubby guillotine. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground.
When Mr. Patch-Withers asks about the belt, Gene says “This time he wasn’t going to get away with it. I could feel myself becoming unexpectedly excited at that.” (27). Gene wants to see his best friend get in trouble, which is when we first see an example of his inner savagery. His jealousy of Finny will build up and cause him to intentionally hurt Phineas.
The cave is dark and musty. The beast is gruesome: nasty, brutish and gross. He gobbles down men and sheep for breakfast, lunch and dinner. With only one eye, decaying, rotted teeth, and the stench of his rancid breath filling the confined cave, the journey Odysseus had embarked on, did not look like it had a bright future. But, this was part of the journey that he had agreed to.
Homer foreshadows the ruler of the island is “a savage deaf to justice, blind to law, ” and oh what a surprise! Polyphemus ignores the gods and is a terrible host. With vivid imagery, “snatching two at once, rapping them on the ground he knocked them dead like pups” he eats a total of four sailors. All characterization reveals him as a savage monster, but he does have a soft side. Polyphemus tends a massive herd and has the capacity to attend their needs.
“Boll weevil is War. He is hateful, avaricious, murderous, and devastating” Boll weevil and war are both hateful. This is shown in the quote, “ Cecil’s body lay sprawled near the door. Boll weevil pulled his knife from the man’s chest. … Before moving away, he looked at Cecil and raised his foot, kicking him several times in the head to release his hateful venom” (108).
Evil is towering over, and no one is able to save Beowulf until Wiglaf his only warrior who stay behind helps him out. He gives Beowulf a Sword and it allows him to use everything he has left in defeating the dragon. “The king/ gathered his strength and drew a stabbing knife/he carried on his belt, sharpened for battle” (Heaney 2701-2703). Even though the dragon dies so does Beowulf. This keeps the good vs evil at a balance until the next evil takes over.
Above the rungs on the little lifeboat I see four figures a zebra, an orangutan, a ravenous hyena and my owner 's son- Pi. I lie and stay still under the rung of the lifeboat as the sun beats intensely on the boat. Pi looks afraid as the hyena is growling viciously. Out of nowhere, the hyena sprints and mangles the zebra until it lies there dead, but this hyena was thirst for blood and it devours the orangutan as well covering the boat in the metallic blood. Knowing I could not survive of this boat alone, I have to protect Pi.
While they are eating the chess and the wine, a large Cyclopes Polyphemus is not happy with what he sees and he eats two of the men, and “when the cyclops fills is huge belly with human flesh, he washed it down with milk, then stretched out in his cave among his flocks.” (Homer, The Odyssey, Book IX, Page 277). Odysseus decides to blind the cyclops while he is asleep and they
Okeanus was up ahead, something in his gut told him. A quiet breath was hissed as he shifted his course ever so slightly, now making a b-line straight towards the origin of the noise, and it was only now that his hand moved backwards over one shoulder to grasp the handle of his silver sword, unsheathing it as the metal sang into the night air, eager for blood. He was ready and prepared to fight should the elf find himself in trouble, and soon enough the darkly dressed Witcher came barreling through the undergrowth with a snap and rustle of fern leaves that were forced to shift out of his way, coming to an almost immediate halt when he noted the kneeling figure of the elf at the foot of one tree, approaching his side and doing a complete three-sixty, ensuring there were no potential enemies hiding within the surrounding woods that would lunge for his back the moment he turned to the royal. "Okeanus." Came Geralt 's gruff voice, sounding slightly winded from the sheer amount of running he had done, his chest heaving in great bouts that were sucked in through his nostrils.
Swords clashed, blood was shed, and arrows flew through the air like an enormous flock of birds. One by one, Tigris’s men dropped to the ground. Tigris looked around him and was baffled by what he saw as this had never happened to him. “Get up!” he shouted at them. “Remove the arrows and keep fighting!” A Persian soldier snuck behind Tigris with a sword high above his head.