The defeated howl was like music to her ears. But the sudden weight of the massive creature was not what she would call a good time. Jo's body crumpled under it and she gave her own cry as her arm was crushed under her own body and the Wharg's, her own knife slicing into her leg a little. Just as she managed to squirm, holding her breath against the horrid smell of the thing, to a point where she had a chance of getting the thing off of her it vanished.
Jo got to her feet, craddling her right arm close to her body, her left still bleeding from the teeth, and she glanced around the alley. "What the...." she said.
Slowly and with constant glances behind her she walked out of the alley and to the main street, holding her relatively good arm up for a cab.