They basically had to run up and use their jaws, probably in a similar way to dispatch their prey, either by biting on the muzzle or the neck, or maybe going for some other part of the body.
Double tight end, it's gonna be a quarterback roll-out to the left. - They're gonna run it. - No, trust me. He's got the slot. In the end zone! Touchdown!
In a tremble they opened the street door. Mr. Darling would have rushed upstairs, but Mrs. Darling signed him to go softly. She even tried to make her heart go softly.