That's Not A Log

As it turned to Lament, the two wolves decided it was time to bail. The Ademre threw himself to the side as the crocodile surged at him, and the warrior rolled. Coming back to his feet, he worked to put some distance between himself and the crocodile. Keeping close to the couple, to ensure they all got out of there alright. It seemed, despite the fright, that they all had gotten off with barely a scratch.

How to defeat something like a crocodile was unknown to him, as well. And he mulled it over on his head. He knew he would have been better off getting in closer, and using his fangs. If he had spent more time fighting it, and learning its reaction speed, he might have at that. Instead, the small testing of it hadn’t been enough to learn much - except how dangerous it was. “Everyone alright?” he asked.