A hiss of pleasure escaped Argilla's lips when the pickaxe struck, punching it's way through flesh and bone and sending it flying over to one side. She kept her eyes on the other dog as she moved towards it's fallen companion, watching it with hungry yellow eyes. She stood over the injured dog and then, without remorse, swung the pickaxe down towards it's head, intending to smash it's skull and kill it as quickly and efficiently as possible. She didn't have time for theatrics and fancy work.