That Ticking Sound

Ashiel kept up his assault, leaping nimbly out of the way of the crocodile's jaws. He dove again to bite at the creature's left hind leg and kept up his assault at that particular spot, dancing out of the way just in time though at one point he wasn't quite quick enough and the crocodile seized a nice chunk of fur from his tail causing him to yelp in pain and surprise. When Azazel burst onto the scene the young man latched onto the crocodiles tail and sent it into a tizzy but thankfully he was able to keep out of the way of the beast. All the same, this was getting more and more dangerous. Thankfully his and his mother's avian companions struck true, blinding the crocodile. It thrashed and rolled in pain, seeking quick escape which was difficult to do with one wolf latched solidly onto it's tail and two more constantly picking at it. With the loss of its sight and the overall saturation of the landscape it was not easy to figure out which way to go towards safety.

The croc was clearly in distress and as it flailed it's head upward he caught his mother's eye. They were going to go for the creatures throat at the next turn. "NOW!" he yelled as he dove, jaws opened to seize the left side of the crocodiles throat, just below the corner of its jaw. He bit down, forcing his teeth through the creatures flesh, shaking his head in an attempt to bleed the creature dry but not to hard so that he might lose his grip. Ashiel hoped that from his location it would be difficult for the creature to twist around and get at him should he lose his grip.

"Talk"