11-30-2018, 04:59 AM
"Alright then, looks like we've finally got enough of you here. Get any preparations done while you still can, because we'll be heading out in just a few minutes now."
Morgan was more than ready to finally go and hunt, as it felt like he had been waiting for weeks on end to begin....
Getting to the swamp took only a short time for the small group; upon finding a decently large pond of sorts, Morgan stopped in his tracks.
"Everyone, wait a bit - I'll make some choke points."
Breathing in and out in a consistent rhythm, he formed spiky walls of ice that turned inward from the water's edge. The walls had two openings on its ends to allow for a pair of bottlenecks. "The gators won't really have a choice but to come out of those two spots, so watch them closely. About half of the group should be on each end, so split up however you want."
Creeping closer to the hole farthest whence he came, the General waited a moment for the others to get into their positions.
"Be ready for my signal. They're fast, the gators."
The canine floated a little ball of water just above his head. After waiting just a little longer, he nodded and took a sharp breath. The sphere burst out as a signal just as the murky water's surface rippled rapidly in many directions. The samoyed had created brief, fast currents to agitate and disorient the pond's residents, hoping to draw them out. As expected, the alligators began to crawl out of their hiding spots, with two approaching the split group through each of the bottlenecks. Without another word, Morgan stepped back to ready himself for an attack.