Stingray

Mortis was always on the lookout for ways to brighten the days of his friends. For Hana, that could be anything from a small gift of food, to dragging her away for a day of adventure. What about Naiche, what things did he enjoy? He hadn’t had a chance to get to know the man well enough to guess. And… now wasn’t the time to speculate.

“Once! With dad, and all his battle companions and our Reaper!” he yelled out, facing down the crocodile when he realised Naiche wasn’t running. He wasn’t going to leave his friend behind to face the danger. The flappy thing was all but forgotten now.

Naiche began to circle as the large creature slid forward. Mort began to circle the opposite direction. Not because he had any plans, but because Naiche seemed to have the right idea. Don't be directly in front of it, make it harder to hit them both at once. “Uh… If you… distract it… dad used his long teeth to break the skin, I can try that?” he asked, slowly, cautiously, treading water.