Corsair wasn't as relaxed as the other youngsters that had gathered in the estuary. The scent of salt and mud permeated the air and the ever-present chatter of birds overhead gave him some semblance that all was well... until it wasn't.
The unnatural silence in the birdsong, like the world around them was holding its breath, was broken by Mercy's declaration of crocs. Really? Again? When would they get the message that the Raider's weren't snacks and bit back?
Pyxis was moving to help Mercy so Corsair focused on making sure the one pursuing Tide didn't take his tail off. He leapt, landing on the crocs head and pushing its jaws shut with audible pop, but now there was nothing soft for him to grab and they were quickly surfing for the shore.
