Miss Hakkandottir-Crocodile

	By mid-afternoon, she and Visser were the only ones left to trudge over the stones in the gorge. Visser was still dazed, his birds clinging to his now bloodied arm. As they waded across a shallow section of the river, a crocodile grabbed Visser by the back of his neck and yanked him down. The falcons, too dumb to fly away, joined their master in his watery, bloody death. A second later the crocodile's mate lunged at Miss Hakkandottir's throat, but she slammed her metal fist into the beast's skull and it sank, dead, to the bottom of the river. (297)