The animal snorts, nostrils flared and quivering, pawing at the ground and slicing up slivers of metal as it does so. And as its focus centers in on the man and his dog, Charles gets his feet under him, braces, and leaps with surprisingly agility for a man his size.

The tomahawk swings down, digging firmly into the back of the reindire's neck with the first blow. Once Charles has a chance to wind up again, he does not dislodge it. Instead he twists, digging it that much further in with a grunt.

Hopefully, it's deep enough to severe the spine, and send it down quickly.