One scale was ripped out; the creature retreated, leaking ichor.

Rhodes looked out, verified that the creatures were indeed retreating.

But the creature, aware of the danger, retreated.

The creature released the stick-mike and retreated to the back of the tank.

The creature had instead plunged into the water and retreated, and the others with it.

The creature had retreated, standing with shoulders a little hunched.

The creature made a slobbering sound, and retreated once more.

Then he remembers that the creature also retreated from the icebox.

If he lasted this way until daylight - still many hours away - the creature would probably retreat to shade on another island.

The creature, for it looked far less human now, retreated, spitting.