With at least one and possibly two bullets in his broad back, the rugged beast was struggling onto his hands and knees.

The first beast struggled briefly, then the smell of fresh blood cut through the ship's usual stench.

With flight impossible, the cornered beast would struggle to the death, utilizing every fang and claw at his disposal.

The beast struck and struggled to free itself from that grip of death, but no longer did it growl.

But almost immediately the beast struggled to its feet, turned and fled.

The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water.

As the beast struggles in Don's hand it changes color, chameleon like, trying to hide.

"I suppose so, and those ugly beasts were struggling."

The beast struggled forward a few more feet before collapsing.

Scarcely had I risen than the beast turned upon her side, struggled frantically for an instant, and then sank.