Alistair heaves his arm upward and twists his whole body to the side, trying to shake off the dog-demon. It doesn't work. There's too much weight for him to throw, and it's going after him with utter singlemindedness.

Except...it's not going for his throat. It's not even drawing blood.

What --

He keeps trying to yank his arm free, but the look on his face has begun to shift from battle rage to something wilder, more panicked.