Even after the warning of its deceptive swiftness, Spryly was still not prepared for how quickly it lashed out. He thought he'd just gotten away from it when he felt an unwelcome tug on his clothes. Before he knew what was happening, he was on the ground and being whipped around like a rag doll. Unless the adrenaline had completely covered up any pain he ought to be feeling, he was at least not in any pain which meant he was hopefully uninjured.
"GET OFF!" he howled, trying to gather his wits just enough to throw his whole weight away from the beast and separate himself from his jacket. Before he could make any kind of move the crocodile was disorientating him with another thrash of its head. If he somehow got free without losing a limb or his life it would be beyond miraculous. Hope was restored when a chubby bird seemed interested in getting eaten too. Spryly didn't need a urging to take advantage of the crocodile's distraction.
As he threw his weight away from the crocodile, he spotted the red head falling on her ass. What might have been an amusing sight ordinarily, was both alarming and frustrating - she should have gone while she had the chance! But also he'd probably be a bloody pulp inside the crocodile's stomach were it not for her and her feathery sidekick. Once he was on his feet he could admonish her and try and rectify the situation that had so quickly gone south.
As if the overgrown lizard was capable of telepathy, it seized suddenly upon one of his legs eliciting a shrill screech of pain from Spryly who, as it turned out, was not incapable of feeling pain at that present moment. "It's got me!" he wailed, eyes watering with pain as he tried to drag himself away, despite his leg's present engagement with the crocodile's powerful jaws. What could he do to save himself? Suddenly the pain seemed to intensify tenfold, it was biting down harder! Spryly howled in pain again and found he was sobbing profusely. "My leg!" He tried to look over his shoulder to see the damage for himself, but instead he found the woman stood of the thing with a log in hand and the crocodile appeared to have stopped moving its jaw. "Is it dead?" If he tried to prize his leg free would he be likely to lose his hands in the process?
"GET OFF!" he howled, trying to gather his wits just enough to throw his whole weight away from the beast and separate himself from his jacket. Before he could make any kind of move the crocodile was disorientating him with another thrash of its head. If he somehow got free without losing a limb or his life it would be beyond miraculous. Hope was restored when a chubby bird seemed interested in getting eaten too. Spryly didn't need a urging to take advantage of the crocodile's distraction.
As he threw his weight away from the crocodile, he spotted the red head falling on her ass. What might have been an amusing sight ordinarily, was both alarming and frustrating - she should have gone while she had the chance! But also he'd probably be a bloody pulp inside the crocodile's stomach were it not for her and her feathery sidekick. Once he was on his feet he could admonish her and try and rectify the situation that had so quickly gone south.
As if the overgrown lizard was capable of telepathy, it seized suddenly upon one of his legs eliciting a shrill screech of pain from Spryly who, as it turned out, was not incapable of feeling pain at that present moment. "It's got me!" he wailed, eyes watering with pain as he tried to drag himself away, despite his leg's present engagement with the crocodile's powerful jaws. What could he do to save himself? Suddenly the pain seemed to intensify tenfold, it was biting down harder! Spryly howled in pain again and found he was sobbing profusely. "My leg!" He tried to look over his shoulder to see the damage for himself, but instead he found the woman stood of the thing with a log in hand and the crocodile appeared to have stopped moving its jaw. "Is it dead?" If he tried to prize his leg free would he be likely to lose his hands in the process?
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.