Croc finishes bashing the life out of the skulls; they fizzle out of existence worse for the wear. He barely notices their master get thrown back.
Barely is the key word, here; he twists around as soon as he's safely back on the ground, crouched on all fours, and stares him down. There wasn't any blood in the skulls to properly coat his claws and teeth, to show for all the violence, but--
less to clean up later? His own blood is flowing from his chest wound and the other sundry nicks, scratches, bruises he's attained from other scuffles, so maybe not.
Toriel's still there. Sans is out of commission, but he's still got one more. Some more white fur to the tufts already stuffed under books, drifting on the breeze?
"You're next." He grins. It looks less like a smile and more like a glare, but everything looks rather intimidating on several hundred pounds of reptile. Toriel barely gets time to react before Croc's charging her.
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Barely is the key word, here; he twists around as soon as he's safely back on the ground, crouched on all fours, and stares him down. There wasn't any blood in the skulls to properly coat his claws and teeth, to show for all the violence, but--
less to clean up later? His own blood is flowing from his chest wound and the other sundry nicks, scratches, bruises he's attained from other scuffles, so maybe not.
Toriel's still there. Sans is out of commission, but he's still got one more. Some more white fur to the tufts already stuffed under books, drifting on the breeze?
"You're next." He grins. It looks less like a smile and more like a glare, but everything looks rather intimidating on several hundred pounds of reptile. Toriel barely gets time to react before Croc's charging her.