Once a croc snapped down, it was near impossible to get it to release. Eva sincerely hoped it didn't get anything too vital in Mr. Spryly's leg. That would be nasty. Whacking the thing as much as she could, Eva wan't sure it was doing anything until the crocodile seemed to still. She didn't trust that as far as she could throw it. Bastien was sitting on its head pecking with ferocity. Bless her feisty little bird.

"I highly doubt it." Maybe dazed or pissed, but Eva stuck the stick in her hands in the croc's jaw and tried to pry it open, shifting the bulk of her weight onto her makeshift lever to try and get Questor some room to remove his leg without tearing it to pieces. "Can you get out?" She pushed down with all her weight, but wasn't sure it was making any difference.

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Jeremiah ran with the rest of the group. All of the chaos between the two and the crocodile was out of his hands. Part of him wanted to look back, see if they were OK. But what was the point? He was of no use against a crocodile, without magic anyway. Was this how muggles felt when faced against dangerous animals? Perhaps that could be a topic in class this coming year.

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Ed risked a glace back as he made his way down the path and nearly stopped. The thing had a hold of one of them and it went against his better instincts to just leave them to it. Still the only thing he could offer was distraction and there was plenty of that.

He couldnt help but feel impressed when Miss mackay brought a log down on it's head and it inspired Ed to look to his surroundings. Perhaps he could find something else to help them, their next obstacle, or shelter they could take.
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"I think so," he replied shakily. On the upside he was pretty sure he could still move his leg. On the downside it wasn't nearly as flexible or easy to move as usual and so removing it from the probably-not-dead-crocodile's mouth wasn't as straightforward as he'd hoped. He would have to help it along by pulling it free with his hands. He could feel his gorge rise as he tugged on his bloody limb. He hoped the thing was dead or at least unconscious long enough for him to free himself and escape.

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Annabelle Bones Finnian Byrne Jeremiah Tatting @"Eavan Mackay" Questor Spryly Edmund Grimm

The croc moves for Mr. Spryly. The crocodile remains unconscious long enough for Mr. Spryly to extract his leg from its mouth.

However, he should definitely go to the infirmary. Would anyone like to go with him, or should they keep on towards Salem Square?

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Finnian, having fled when Spryly and the crocodile decided to have a go at it, was unaware that the events were over and was still internally panicking. Were MacKay and the kid lost forever? Would they be blamed for their deaths? Would he be defending Tatting and Mrs. Bones and himself for leaving them to die?

He really didn't want to go to Azkaban, even if the laws were likely in their favor. There was no telling what the Ministry would do to try and play damage control.

"M-Maybe we should go back and see if they're alright." Maybe. He'd only go if the others agreed.

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All of this was quite overwhelming. But what exactly could they do now? Part of him was worried that another animal would decide to make an appearance. Perhaps they should have insisted that Miss MacKay join them. Though, she had a better chance of handling the crocodile that Mr. Spryly. After all, she actually worked with animals. It seemed to be the best time to consider their options. "Perhaps it would be best if we wait here for a minute, see if they come back on their own. Miss MacKay seemed to know what she was doing, and Spryly is a rather energetic lad." He replied. Both were adults who had their own talents to aid handling the beast.

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Belle had not especially wanted to leave the two youngsters behind but the fear of being eaten, coupled with weeks of uncertainty about the fog, had propelled her onwards with Mr Byrne and now she was regretting it thoroughly. The ruckus behind them had been clear now they were moving away from the sound of life in the zoo and every healing instinct she possessed did battle with her sense of self-preservation. Merlin, she would never be able to look herself in the eye if she didn't do something and she pulled on the younger man's hand, glancing between him and the professor with intent.

"I think a minute might be the difference between life and death," she insisted, heading tentatively back along the path. "Are you all alright?!" She called, hoping the crocodile wouldn't be what greeted her.

  

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His leg finally separated from the mouth of the crocodile but it wasn't sunshine and daisies quite yet. "Uh oh..." Before he could put more space between himself and the beast, he unleashed the meager contents of his stomach upon the ground profusely. "'Scuse me," he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He thought he'd probably be okay as long as he didn't look at his leg again.

With some difficulty he managed to stand, not that he could put much weight on the one leg. There was no way he could be of use to the group now, there was no way he was going to win any prize money or accolades now. "Thanks by the way. 'Ave I thanked you yet?" They probably ought to be leaving in case it revived but Spryly doubted he'd be able to get anywhere in a timely fashion now.

He thought he was starting to go loopy from pain when he heard voices but his eyes suggested he was quite sane, unlike the people he was now staring at. "What're you idiots doing back 'ere?" His voice cracked as he took a limping step forward.

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Once Mr. Spryly removed his leg, Eva surveyed the damage briefly, but not before he vomited. Unperturbed, she let him finish and as he started forward, she unceremoniously paced herself under his arm, wrapped one arm around his waist and continued moving away from the crocodile before their luck ran out.

That's when she heard the yelling.

Wincing, she shushed Mr. Spryly because he was likely the only one she could. "You want to thank me, shut your mouth and keep moving." The last thing they needed was the croc coming to. Meanwhile she was motioning with her hand for the rest of the group to start moving away again.

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The crocodile awakens due to the yelling and reacts to his newfound circumstances by biting what can best be described as Miss Mackay’s lower abdomen. Luckily for her, he then evaporates into nothing.

The path in front of A clears: if they squint, it seems to be leading to the casino. Miss Mackay and Mr Spryly will definitely have to go to the infirmary now; the latter for his leg, the former will probably have to go straight to Mercy Magical due to probable organ damage.

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Jeremiah couldn't possibly understand why everyone thought it would be a good idea to yell. But it seemed that no one liked listening to reason. Instead, he chose to remain silent. Better than adding to the noise, hopefully. He had reluctantly followed the group, flinching with each yell. They were going to get eaten at this point!

To his horror, he watched as the beast awoke and bit right into Miss MacKay! Seeing Mr. Spryly's leg was one thing, but where Miss MacKay was bitten... that was quite a dangerous spot to be bitten at. Rushing to Miss MacKay, he barely noticed the crocodile disappear. Holding her up quickly, he wasn't really sure how to stop the bleeding without harming the poor girl further.

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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.

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Eva heard it before she felt it. The yelling had prompted the croc back to action and it hissed loudly just before she felt its teeth sink into her flesh. A mangled scream tore from her lips as the teeth lacerated her midsection. Eva had endured some pretty nasty wounds from animals, but nothing like this.

She fell to the ground as it disappeared, hands pressed to whichever wound she found leaking the most, wincing and gasping in pain. "Infirmary, now please." She could feel her shirt and pants soaking with blood from the punctures. Until this she'd been pretty confident, but now she was actively worried.

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Ed hadn't made it more than a few steps further when he heard the people ahead of him calling back to the pair of distracters.  His first reaction was irritation: what good had come so far in being loud?  Was he not on the same trip as them? Had they forgotten the last time noise had doomed them?  He risked another glance over his shoulder just in time to see the creature attack Miss Mackay and disappear.  He wasn't even aware of the curse that tore from his lips as he turned and dashed towards them.

Consumed with adrenaline he barely took note of the professor drawing her upright.  When he reached them he thrust his cane at the young man on the ground, tore his jacket off, and pressed it to Ms. Mackay's abdomen with a quick "hold this" before sweeping her up into his arms.  The only thing on his mind was getting her to a Hospital as quickly as possible and this was the fastest way he could think of. Though he knew almost nothing about advanced magic medicine he did know that you applied pressure to blood and some where in the back of his brain he reasoned if she could talk maybe should could apply some pressure on herself.  "See if he can walk." Ed blurted over his shoulder, not waiting for their reactions.  "I'll send help if I can"

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Jeremy hadn't had time to react to Miss MacKay's words. Not having enough time to process what Mr. Grimm was doing, he stumbled slightly when Miss MacKay's weight was lifted away from him. Glad to see that someone actually knew what to do, he turned to Mr. Spryly and helped him up. Hopefully the cane would help. "Are you alright?" He asked the young man. Mr. Grimm seemed to quite capable of taking care of the injured Miss MacKay. Jeremy knew that he would be more helpful taking care of Mr. Spryly instead of distracting Mr. Grimm with useless 'help'.

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