As the small men beside him charged into battle against the gigantic black reptile that had miraculously snuck [i]past[/i] him, Addis wracked his brain trying to recall what, exactly, this beast [i]was[/i]. Addis had heard of plenty of gigantic scaled creatures, from the Basilisk to the Cockatrice, but this one simply evaded all recognition.

The creature that had been summoned by those small men's heinous ritual had four legs, thick scales, a large mouth, and a squat body. However, its four legs were [i]shockingly[/i] thin and it had [i]wings[/i]. Addis learned of things that looked like this, before. They dwelt in swamps and devoured passersby using their almost mystical strength. Clearly, this was a prime example of the dreaded [i]Crocodile[/i].

[b]"[color=lawngreen]Go Withe Harman, Sonnes of Manne![/color]"[/b] Addis loudly whispered to Lisa and Welt. [b]"[color=lawngreen]My Aide shalt be Forthe-Coming![/color]"[/b]

Addis knew how to deal with Crocodiles. The small men in the small village had a big book that showed how to fight them. Unfortunately, the big book never revealed how to avoid their deadly miasma from afar. What Addis would need to wrangle this fierce Crocodile was a [i]distraction[/i], and these small men were doing their best to do that. Addis waited patiently for the Crocodile to turn its attention to the small men, so it could perform the sacred rites necessary to destroy it.