Leatherhide snarled and wrapped his arms around the beast before it could slip under the muck. He could just barely hear what Hart had said, however he was lost in the bloodlust and there was no turning back. Leatherhide's muscles bulged beneath his scales as he lifted the massive worm from the muck and twisted to fling it onto the shore where the others were. The gator man shook his head in an effort to clear the feeling of sleepiness that began to nag more and more on his brain, and released the worm, sending it sailing towards the others, save for one of its limbs which remained clenched in his hand.