The other man howled, clutching the stump of his wrist, dark liquid dripping from between his fingers. It bounced off a rock and, with the hand still holding it, tumbled off the cliff edge. The dagger that the man had given him as a present for completing his training. He banked, turned in the air, and came back, slashing with his dagger as he did so. The boy twisted in the air, swerved around the blade, continued past the man.
The rapier flashed upwards, aiming for the boy’s stomach, the tip poised to unzip him from naval to sternum. So saying, the boy leapt into the air, and flew, arms outstretched, over the man’s head. This island belongs to us now, and you, and your crew, are hereby being evicted!” “And you think I’m alone? I’ve found others, others like me. “You taught me too well, old man.” The boy answered.
“You were a lonely, scared boy who’d run away from home! You had nothing, and no-one! I fed you, clothed you, taught you to fight! That dagger is mine, that tunic is mine, that belt is mine!” “You took me in because you needed me.” The boy retorted, parrying the attack with the flat of his blade. I took you in, and this is how you repay me?”
“You think you can beat me boy?” He asked, swiping at his opponent’s face. The larger silhouette lunged forward again, snarling. A small ball of light, pure white, hovered above his shoulder, scattering silver dust as it moved. A golden belt buckle twinkled at his waist as he regained his footing, still facing the other figure. He turned an elegant cartwheel to avoid a thrust, somehow not losing his peaked hat, his own feather tickling the grass as he spun. His feet hardly seemed to be touching the ground at all as he skipped around his enemy, jabbing and slashing with the dagger, nimbly avoiding every attack. The other figure was smaller, more slender and seemingly even more agile than his opponent. His sturdy leather boots darted over the ground as he deftly leapt forward and backward, his arm twisting and turning like a snake with every thrust of his rapier. Long, elegant mustachios twirled from above his lips, and a wide brimmed hat sat on his head, a long feather pluming from the brim. One was tall, well built, a long greatcoat swishing around his ankles. Anyone watching, on that fateful night, might have seen two figures engaging in a strange kind of dance, silhouetted against great white moon. Weaknesses: Generally uninterested in eating anyone but Hook, the noises from his alarm clock make stealth all but impossible.The two blades, one slender and elegant, one short and stubby, flashed silver in the moonlight atop the cliffs. Intelligence: At least high animalistic (Acts in a doglike manner and understands the human language) Lifting Strength: At least Class 5, likely higher (Can overpower Hook who can still match his powerful jaws to an extent)
Speed: At least Peak Human in the water, higher with jaws Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Immortality (Type 1, due to living in Neverland), Enhanced Sense of Smell, Limited Sound Manipulation (With Alarm Clock), Underwater Breathing (Type 2), Natural Weaponry (Teeth and claws)Īttack Potency: At least Wall level (Is much bigger than most known saltwater crocodiles and can smash through walls with ease) The crocodile also swallowed an alarm clock at some point, and its constant ticking acts as something of a warning for the ever-fearful Hook.Īge: Unknown, at least over 30, likely much older (Given his size), much older chronologically due to staying in Neverland, which prevents aging Tick-Tock the Crocodile (better known as just the Crocodile) is a supporting character in Disney's 1953 animated feature film, Peter Pan, an enormous male saltwater crocodile hell-bent on devouring Captain Hook after getting a taste of him once after Peter Pan cut off his left hand and fed it to the crocodile. He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin! No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile,
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