Fern has wandered away from the castle in search of items she can use for presents. The Carpathius siblings were having a birthday party soon and the gray girl has been hard at work making them gifts. As her light paws weave their way around tide pools, sharp coral, and mad hermit crabs, Fern keeps her eyes peeled for anything useful. As she nears a large pool of water, a deep bellowing sound greets her. A huge crocodile rushes out from some nearby bushes. Fern gives a startled yelp and quickly retreats, putting distance between her and the angry dinosaur. Snarling at the creature, the gray girl notes the long, sharp teeth that line the beast’s open mouth. Heart sinks as she looks at the tough skin of the crocodile wondering how she is going to make the large predator leave as it hisses its displeasure at her.

"Fern"

Scylla had been picking sea creatures out of the various tide pools and leaving them on the sand to dry up and die when she heard the roar and the following yelp. The girl's ears perked and she turned her head to see a grey fae being pursued by a crocodile. Hmm, they sure did like this place, didn't they? This was where she'd killed one with Dalila so she really wasn't surprised to see another. Tossing a sea urchin onto the sand, the girl moved in the direction of the scrambling fae. Since the crocodiles attention was elsewhere, the long tailed child jumped onto its back and took a little ride, though the reptile hissed and thrashed its head eventually. Taking the knife from the sheath on her forearm, Scylla sank it into one thick back leg, causing the beast to thrash even more.

"Scylla Klein"

Fern is retreating as the beast charges her when, suddenly, a small blue blur latches itself onto the crocodile’s back. Oh shit. Is that a pup? As the angry thing thrashes about, Fern alters her path to return to the angry dinosaur, pulling the wooden training sword from the scabbard on her back. The pup unsheathes a dagger and sinks it into a thick back leg and Fern silently thanks whoever gave the pup that dagger. The beast thrashes harder and Fern takes the opportunity to rush into the crocodile’s space, swinging the wooden sword to catch the crocodile under its jaw. The blow stuns the thing for a moment Fern backs away a few steps to reposition the sword in her mouth as she eyes the pup and the angry beast.

"Fern"

Scylla watched the woman as she cracked the crocodile with a sword. Wait... was that sword made out of wood? The girl inwardly groaned. "You should probably get a real sword," she commented with a slightly cynical expression on her face. How didn't an adult have a real sword? She was still a kid and had a real, live blade. They weren't exactly hard to get if you looked.

Shaking her head, Scylla turned her attention back to the crocodile. With her serpentine blade, she poked and prodded the reptile, urging it back towards the sea. It had other ideas, however. The thickly scaled creature spun towards the girl, mouth open, a heavy hiss emanating from it. The girl's eyes went wide and she danced backwards, collecting herself and planning her next attack.

"Scylla Klein"

Fern advances, working to drive the crocodile back with her training sword. The pup comments on her lack of a steel sword and the gray girl groans inwardly. While a live sword would be very helpful right now, she knows this training is useful for when she does get one. If Fern can chase off a crocodile with a wooden sword, then it will pose less of a threat to her when she has a steel one. Still, they have an angry reptile hissing at them and the gray girl doesn’t want to get into the semantics of wooden vs steel swords right now.

Instead Fern tosses the cynical pup a wink, ready to show her what this sword can really do. The pup pokes the crocodile with her blade and earns the wrath of the reptile. Its wide mouth is open in a threatening gesture, the deep hiss that emanates from it signaling danger. Quickly, Fern rushes forward as the pup dances back, the crocodile’s head angled toward to smaller form. While the blade might not be live, the wooden point is still sharp and the gray girl slams it through the soft eye.

The eye pops, blood and ocular fluid spilling down the scaly cheek and Fern pulls the sword back. That gets its attention. Its large tail smacks toward her and the crocodile swings its head in her direction. The grey girl smirks at the angry reptile, forcing it to keep its good eye on her. Casting a glance toward the pup, her lips pull up into a smirk around the wooden handle. Fern dances with danger, working to keep the crocodile’s attention on her and give the pup an opening.

"Fern Lark" | "Puff"

As she watched, the woman stabbed the crocodile through the eye with her wooden blade. Scylla wrinkled her nose. "That was kind of gross." Eye fluid was a nasty thing. She knew from experience. As the croc swung its body about, the girl rushed forward and delivered a bunch of pinpricks to its thick tail with the tip of her blade. By now, the creature was bleeding from tons of different wounds. Being harried from both ends, it seemed as though the reptile had finally had enough. It kept its one good eye on the pair of wolves while sliding its big body back and into the waves of the ocean. It wouldn't be messing with wolves again any time soon.

"Scylla Klein"