You Fucked Up

Well, the scene just kept changing! As the Saxe brute bit down on the crocodile’s hind limb, sawing through the thick hide with his serrated fangs, another male leaped into battle with him. He only saw a flash of grey and white, lunging at the opposing side of their prey, and at first, he thought it was the woman. His assumption was proven wrong, as the actual woman joined in with them. The movement of the crocodile, the woman attacking its sides, and the other male pulling on its opposing leg- nothing was really working in tandem, which made Rhazien’s movements haphazard. Still, he was relentless- carving away with his teeth, thrashing his head from side to side, until he felt his fangs scrape against bone.

The water at his feet was rising, the tide slowly coming in, trying to swallow them all up. And, to make matters more difficult, the crocodile wasn’t going down without a fight. It started to roll, performing its famous act, trying to take Rhazien and the other male with it. As it flipped, he pulled back, hard, using all the strength in his neck and shoulders. His pulling was met with resistance, and momentum did the rest- as it flipped over, Rhazien ripped the limb out of the socket, stumbling backward with it still in his mouth.  

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