Chomp

Scylla had done her part and Dalila had done hers. Now they needed to work together. The woman jumped off of the crocodile and together they worked to flip the thing onto its back. The small child grunted and groaned, pushing with all of her might until they had the big reptile's pale underbelly exposed. Dalila leaped onto it again, removing a hidden dagger so that she could stab the thing in the throat. Scylla did the same, but she sank her serpentine blade into the crocodile's belly. They were going to have to remove the guts anyway, right? She'd sharpened the blade herself and, again using all of her might, cut upwards, slicing through the softer scales of the crocodile's underside.

With the wound in its throat and its guts hanging out, the beast soon died. Scylla was covered in sand and blood, but she didn't mind one bit. The girl was terribly pleased with what they'd accomplished. She looked to Dalila and grinned. "Did you know that if you take the guts out, things are a lot easier to carry?" The girl then rambled about all of the facts that she knew about crocodiles and other things as she dug a little ditch in the sand beside the croc. With her knife and with her own two paws, she quickly and efficiently eviscerated the beast. Its steaming guts were deposited in the ditch and Scylla didn't even bother kicking sand over it. Sea birds and other things would be along to eat the remains before too long.

"I wonder if this is light enough for us to drag back now," she spoke, her head tilting. "Crocodile and alligator are supposed to taste really good when cooked." Mismatched eyes lifted up to Dalila, silently begging the woman to try.

"Scylla Klein"