Spryly fell silent but it was too little too late. A squealed expletive broke his fleeting silence as the crocodile chomped down on his crutch and savior, Miss MacKay.
And then the beast just... disappeared.
Out of shock or his leg injury and the disappearance of his support - he wasn't sure which - he crumpled to the ground like a sack of rice. It had just vanished into thin air but their injuries hadn't, was he delirious? He glanced in her direction and the bloody sight was very convincing. Spryly was relieved to see that someone else had come to her aid because he had no doubt that he wasn't going to be of much use in that respect. "Miss? Miss, are you alright?" She obviously wasn't and he knew this but he probably couldn't render himself much more useful than that. At least the crocodile was gone, probably. He didn't fully trust it not to return but he was resigned to the likelihood that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway besides get eaten.
And then the beast just... disappeared.
Out of shock or his leg injury and the disappearance of his support - he wasn't sure which - he crumpled to the ground like a sack of rice. It had just vanished into thin air but their injuries hadn't, was he delirious? He glanced in her direction and the bloody sight was very convincing. Spryly was relieved to see that someone else had come to her aid because he had no doubt that he wasn't going to be of much use in that respect. "Miss? Miss, are you alright?" She obviously wasn't and he knew this but he probably couldn't render himself much more useful than that. At least the crocodile was gone, probably. He didn't fully trust it not to return but he was resigned to the likelihood that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway besides get eaten.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.