Crocodile Dundee

Had Pestilence intentionally taken the more dangerous job? It seemed highly unlikely, but the way the crocodile was snapping its jaws toward Pestilence made her insistence upon Thalia taking this job suddenly seem quite foolish. Or brave. Though the former seemed more likely, given how she'd hinted at wanting to take this thing down on her own. Either way, she was mostly focused on her own task rather than what Pestilence was or wasn't doing. Hell, she could probably lose a paw and Thalia might not notice. It was hard enough to keep her balance on this beast's scaly back while she tried to go for its neck.

Everything happened quickly. One second the crocodile reared its head up, nearly causing her to lose her balance - her paws were scrambling to keep her footing as its head twisted to the right. Thalia saw an opportunity and took it, parting her jaws even wider to attempt a bite on the exposed side of the beast's neck. She hadn't expected it to thrash even harder as her fangs sunk in, surprised at how even its throat wasn't half as tender as she suspected. If she was any smaller she wondered if she'd have the sheer strength to penetrate its thick scales but somehow she found a way to, though she doubted she looked the least bit grateful doing it, trying to keep from being thrown off. It took an excessive amount of force but after some struggle she felt the creature growing limp beneath her; panting hard she finally released her grip, glancing over at Pestilence with a dumbfounded look. "I think... it's dead?" Hopefully, at least. Thalia was struggling too hard to catch her breath to properly investigate yet, as she slowly moved away from the creature and tried to steady her shaking limbs.