Given that Halovian alligators (or allogators, for that matter) weren't really a thing as far as Tal knew, he had no idea how long the impromptu muzzle would hold. The stranger didn't need to tell him twice; he might have been a member of the Guild, but he was no stalwart hero. The courier started backpedaling as soon as the other man reached the shore, keeping his eye on the water and all the suddenly sinister-looking logs floating in it.
Including the one that was now thrashing madly about and angrily death-rolling as its stubby legs proved too short to reach the hollow wood jammed over its long pointy snout.
Which, come to think of it, was probably what he'd been sent out here to take care of. He slowed his retreat and pulled out his Dagger, scowling at the frothing water around the irate allogator and measuring the distance with a wary eye.
He did not want to end up in the drink again.
"Nice move with th'log," he muttered reluctantly. "Got any more good ideas?"
Including the one that was now thrashing madly about and angrily death-rolling as its stubby legs proved too short to reach the hollow wood jammed over its long pointy snout.
Which, come to think of it, was probably what he'd been sent out here to take care of. He slowed his retreat and pulled out his Dagger, scowling at the frothing water around the irate allogator and measuring the distance with a wary eye.
He did not want to end up in the drink again.
"Nice move with th'log," he muttered reluctantly. "Got any more good ideas?"
