Crunch

Mitros was trying his very best, scaling the crocodile as if it were a mountain rather then some weird oversized lizard, and bringing rivets of blood up from it's leathery skin with each new crunch and release of his jaws. The crocodile still had not been able to find a solid hit on either of the adults who flanked it, and at one point Mitros felt it's body quake in anger and agony as the stick impaled it through the eye. Regardless of whether he managed the kill now or not, he knew there was no quality of life left for the animal.

He took advantage of it's suffering to get an extra few feet in the next time he climbed down along it's spine, his chest and belly scratching against its rough spine as it continued to flail and shake. With a few more shuffles of his heavy frame, he made it to the head. Taking Tyrfing's shouted and slightly mocking advice, the yearling pried open his jaws and enclosed them around the creature's mangled eyes, crushing with all his might until the body slowed and eventually stopped. Ew.

"Speech"