Casticus was trying to catch his breath, clutching at his upper arm. "Fine..." he said, lying to her. Pain was shooting through his arm and he doubted he would be able to use it much.
One of the crocodiles had lunged at Gable, the batling lifting into the air just in time to dodge its gaping maw.
"KETTE!" she cried, suddenly terrified for the demon. She panicked for a moment when suddenly everything seemed to slow down in her vision. In her mind, she could picture everything in the wastelands, all a dull greyscale color. Flecks in the crococodile seemed to glow a soft blue in her mind's eye. Her eyes snapped open, staring at the terradylus. She took a deep breath as she had been taught to do and as she released it extended her energy from her body and into those glowing points. All the water that made up the crocodiles muddy outercasing was suddenly pulled from it, its scales cracking. The creature cried out, its speed being cut dramatically.