Peter did not know what he had done to deserve this, but as he ran away from the crocodiles, his cast iron pan his first, and probably last line of defense, he regretted the night when he had gotten drunk and barfed all over Nicodemus' shoes.
For the gremlin had obviously not forgotten that.
The runes on the crocodiles, which made them just as nimble on land as they were in the water, were proof enough of the fact.
"Mercy!" Peter yelled, as a crocodile nearly made it so, that he lost his leg once more.
This torture was actually physiotherapy, or so Nicodemus claimed.
Peter knew what it was. He had not paid for the rune to get his leg repaired, and now Nicodemus was going to put him through hell and back.
"Mercy!" Peter yelled again, as he was forced to hit a crocodile which was getting too close with the frying pan. Once, twice, the crocodile hissed and then went away.
The other crocodiles stopped.
