Crocodile Dundee

When Sephiran declared that they needed to lure the big reptile inland even further yet, his brow furrowed in contemplation. They simply couldn't chance getting closer to the beast itself- or at least, he wasn't going to risk getting caught in jaws that looked like they could snap a small tree like a twig. So that met they would have to taunt it from a distance. He did his best to mirror the Saxe boy, but in the end, apparently, he wasn't as interesting, for the enraged crocodile lunged for his momentary ally. Aresenn sprang backward to give it plenty of space as it pursued Sephiran atop a small boulder. From there, he shouted further instructions.

Aresenn wasn't entirely sure how it had become his job to be the anchor, but he didn't complain, either. Moving quickly, he circled the scaly creature, lunging full force with splayed jaws at the point that had been described to him. The sudden contact was very satisfying, and once his fangs penetrated flesh, the muscle didn't feel all that different from a mammal. What he had not been prepared for, was how quickly the crocodile responded to the new and increased threat. He clenched his grip tightly as their victim attempted to whirl around to face him.