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Hague leaped back startled, his eyes must've met Six's. The Brute immediately dropped Dasc, pulled Hague out and tossed him toward the other Brutes. Dasc's body lay limp and unconscious beside Brien, and judging from the smell he'd lost control of his bowels. Brien and the other captives watched fearfully as Six let out a roar and a hand motion-a wider summons—and a crowd started to gather around. Hague wobbled himself upright, trying to be as brave and defiant as one could when surrounded by
nine-foot-tall hairy beasts, all able to crush you in a blink and drooling in anticipation of a fresh meal.
 Just as Brien finished counting the fifteen Brutes surrounding Hague, one of them ripped the famed hunter up by the leg and held him upside down. The others gave roars of laughter. The old saying always held true; laughter was the same everywhere,
even in the Covenant. Hague struggled to rise, trying desperately to wiggle himself free, when another grabbed at his other leg. The crowd goaded them on and another Brute grabbed an arm, and that's when Brien couldn't look anymore. He watched
as Six suddenly seemed to lose interest as well, wandering back beyond the crowd, to the edge of the forest. 
 He couldn't quite place why the beast would incite such a spectacle and walk away, unless it was to impress. Hague's screams sent shivers through Brien's bones and he shut his eyes. Then the screams stopped with a chorus of crunches and yells from the Brutes. 
 His mind's eye painted it black. The hollering Brutes slowly gave way to silence and Brien
opened his eyes again. The crowd had dispersed, and standing amidst the torn and bloodied remains of Hague was undoubtedly the one Dasc had referred to as Big Boy.-Chpt.3 pgs.67-68