Purification - open/killing gators/cleaning swamp

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

Ivan didn’t know what to think of this. If he had to guess, the clan was probably.... outnumbered. Outmatched. The most they could do is scare them off. ”Ask..... Beck.” Beck wouldn’t have made this home otherwise right?
”No, bad... idea. Big. Twisting. Teeth....” He mumbled, sticking his arm out in front of one of the to keep them from jumping.

”Reptiles hide.... you die....”