He did but peck, as a bird pecks with his bill, and yet a man dropped dead.

The Watcher also was up, but he fell like a falling tree, and was the death of one.

Through the lines of the ten passed the Wolf-Brethren in the gaps that each had made.

Then they turned swiftly and charged towards each other again; again Groan-Maker pecked, again the Watcher thundered, and lo! once more Umslopogaas stood back to back unhurt, but before them lay four men dead.
The onslaught and the return were so swift, that men scarcely understood what had been done; even those of the sons of Jikiza who were left stared at each other wondering.

Then they knew that they were but six, for four of them were dead.