Crocodile Hunters (Amaggad)

“I’ll get him to the surface”

Spyra would say with a reassuring smile directed towards Tara. One thing Spyra could do for certain was lure Killer Croc somewhere safely. Tara could attempt it, but in such a small space it was best that Spyra did, she can be more versatile with her powers, using the cover of darkness as well. A deep breath, Spyra would then run towards Killer Croc, a look of determination as she approached the Croc Monster, licking his lips at the thought of another meal. He lunged forward in an attempt to grab Spyra. He would have to, if it wasn’t for Spyra being able to phase right through and run behind him. There she would kick him in the back of his left leg before stepping away. Hopefully she has his attention, he needs to follow her whilst Tara prepares above ground. Croc would begin to slowly move towards Spyra, Croc he a devilish grin across his face, delighted with his choice of a meal this day.

“So, we have ourselves a volunteer… you’ll make for an excellent starter, then… comes the main course!”

Licking his lips again, Croc would then leap towards Spyra as he tried to grab her again. She flipped backwards, swiftly moving backwards whilst calling out to Tara, hoping she would know what to do now.

“Meet me up top!”

Turning around, Spyra departed from the scene as she ran off into the darkness of the sewers. Killer Croc followed in hot pursuit. He was a predator, so the thrill of a chase makes this meal all the more appealing to him. The two Titan girls had never teamed up before, so this was certainly a team building exercise, and even more so; a trust exercise.

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Some time had passed, perhaps a minute or two. Spyra had made a turning round a corner, and was now pressed back against the sewer wall, peering out every now and then to make sure he was there. She was in her camouflage state, barely noticeable. As she peered round, Croc was there. Sniffing around, looking in every nook and cranny, getting closer and closer. Another peer around , and he was only a matter of three or four metres away. Spyra needed to make her move, grab his attention again and run. A quick peer around again and he was.. gone? He didn’t seem to be there, at all. Turning back, Spyra looked worried. A growing concern was that she had lost him now. But that concern went away when she felt a deep breath to her left. She turned her head slowly, with her eyes widening. There, was, Croc.

“PIKABOO!”

He would say before swinging an arm at her. She managed to duck beneath, leaping up after with a high kick to the face of Croc. He stumbled back a few feet, losing his bearings, but quickly regained his focus. Spyra ran towards him again, this time opting to slide under his legs, narrowly avoiding another attempt made by Croc to grab her. Back up on her feet she continued to run, making her way through the sewer as the large crocodile create follows, on the prowl.

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So far, so good for Spyra, She had created a good distance between herself and Croc. With this in mind she took out her Titan Communicator from her pocket, needing to contact Tara to alert her to where she shall be bringing him up to the surface from. A panic, she spoke rather fast.

“Tara! Tara… I can see the ladder up to the man hold. We’re downtown, on 5-… AHHH!”

Spyra needed to leap forward, barely avoiding another attempt at grabbing her. As she did so however, she dropped her Titan Communicator which fell down into the dirty sewer water. But what was important, is that she was alive. As she had said, she was nearing the ladder to the manhole cover, and there it was. She leapt towards it, beginning to climb. Croc tried to pull her down, but got a boot in the face as Spyra created a few seconds to climb up and get away. She looked down at Croc with concern as she tried to push the manhole cover off. It was stiff, but she managed to throw it off. Sunlight beamed down into the sewer from this point, it was like a beacon of hope. Scrambling up, Spyra was climbing out, almost there. But whilst she was so close, she wasn’t fully safe. As a scream indicated, for Killer Croc had pulled her back into the sewer. Croc threw her down to the ground with his almighty strength, her hitting it with a mighty thud. As she tried to get up, crawling on all fours; Croc struck again with a backhanded fist, sending her flying into the wall of the sewers. She hit it and fell down like a lifeless dummy, with parts of the wall crumbling down, falling on top of her. Throwing the debris away, Croc lifted Spyra up with a single hand, forcing her against the wall as he began to crush her with his hand, so easily as well. Spyra wasn’t superhuman, she couldn’t take such punishment. What made it worse was the claws of Killer Croc digging into her, slowly being able to pierce through her costume, and then her skin. Now atop the manhole cover was Tara, looking in. Spyra couldn’t handle this much longer.