Stingray

Naiche made a good point, and one that wasn’t in favour of abandoning the crocodile and running. Worst part was, Mort was foolish and big headed enough to agree and wanted to take on the big creature, just himself and Shard.

Shard grabbed the crocodiles attention and held it. It gave a chance for Mortis to paddle quietly up behind them. He disliked not having the advantage of solid ground beneath him. It made it harder for him to get ontop of the crocodile. Unless… maybe going up was the wrong choice. Mortis took in a deep breath, and plunged under the water. His eyes opening wide, ignoring the sting of salt. His wings helped to propel him quietly forward, as he moved under the crocs stomach, and towards its neck. The water was still semi- shallow, and his paws touched the ground, he bunched his muscles and threw himself upwards, grabbing the crocodiles neck with his elongated teeth, and scratching what he could reach of its belly with his cat-like claws.

It responded instantly, its sudden and violent movements dragging him out of the water, still holding on to its neck. He was able to get a breath of air, and then he was slammed into the water. He almost lost his grip, and he definitely lost some air. He could only hope Naiche would take advantage and try attacking from above.