The sharp white teeth champed together till the lips were cut, and the mouth was smeared with a crimson foam.

But Arthur never faltered.

He looked like a figure of Thor as his untrembling arm rose and fell, driving deeper and deeper the mercy-bearing stake, whilst the blood from the pierced heart welled and spurted up around it.

His face was set, and high duty seemed to shine through it.

The sight of it gave us courage so that our voices seemed to ring through the little vault.
And then the writhing and quivering of the body became less, and the teeth seemed to champ, and the face to quiver.