Crocodile Dundee

Holding his ground became a lot more of a challenge than he had originally anticipated. Even still, for bravery or stupidity, Aresenn managed. He made the effort to angle his body away from the reptile in an effort to lessen the extent of the force of its tail as it slammed into him over and over. Though it simply just fueled his rage more than anything. With similar ferocity to the last wound he inflicted, the Praetor boy tore into the muscle and tendons of the crocodile's other hind leg- offering a matching set of injuries inclined to render the beast as motionless as possible.

It was then he felt a shift. The attempts at retaliation became blind, and out of his peripheral, he witnessed Sephiran making another attempt to gain the upper hand. Except for this time, he could feel the difference. It only took him a split second to understand that it was an attempt to get the thing on its back. Quickly abandoning his post, he joined the Saxe boy at the croc's side. With as much effort as he could muster, he laid into the beast with his shoulder first- flexing every muscle he had from his jaws to his toes to help try and topple the creature over.  

When it finally reached the tipping point, they were instantly rewarded with the satisfying thud of the upheaval. At the sudden relief of the counterresistance, Aresenn's momentum forced him to topple over the reptile- landing on its lower abdomen as he fought to right himself.