As it was rather busy shooting holy acid at Crowley, the green-eyed hound doesn't move in time to avoid the one that's flung in its direction. The tossed dog slams into it and the two go down together, yelping.

At this point there are only four of the beasts left, and one is mostly sunk in the quicksand. The other one caught in the trap is steadily working on freeing itself, front paws on solid ground, scratching wildly in an attempt to pull its hind legs out.

When the green-eyed one recovers, roughly shoving the other hound aside, it turns its attention on the Soldier. Who will have the strong and sudden feeling of his limbs being gripped by phantom hands, trying to drag him, hold him down.