Aunamee fought (bled) like an ordinary man. Although he could anticipate the blows (the teeth) and sense Wesker's mind waiting just out of sight (just off-stage), he could only move so quickly, only punch so hard. He kicked and elbowed and took back the discarded knife from the dog's belly at just the right moment, but that didn't stop the skin from hanging off his arm in bloody ribbons, that didn't stop the jaws around his throat, that did not stop the blood and the pus and the bone.

But Aunamee did not slow like a normal man. His strength did not wane. He sought out breaks in the patterns, exits, and eventually he escaped the dogs, if only for a moment, his bleeding body holding steady as can be.

When he escaped, he dove for Wesker with the knife.