The great, wide-gaping jaws of the saurian turned and hovered above him. The elastic maw, which could accommodate a rabbit or a horned buck with equal facility, yawned for him; but She, in turning her attention upon the apeman, brought her head within reach of Tarzan's blade. Instantly a brown hand leaped forth and seized the mottled neck, and another drove the heavy hunting knife to the hilt into the little brain.
Contrastingly, Nadiva vomits, whipping and striking with her great body; but no longer sentient or sensible. She was dead, but in her death throes she killed about seven hundred and seventy casualties, a record for such a cryptid!
His mind has finished the battle with Nadiva the saurian. Strangely, most other animals, human and nonhuman, did not give their victory cries over the vanquished Nadiva, except for Tarzan.