Jaime morphed his arm into a clamp as he continued moving forwards. This was one function that he hadn't found much use for lately, being mainly a defensive maneuver when shooting things was somuch easier, but he gathered it was strong enough to keep a crocodile's jaws shut. His own knowledge of wildlife was mainly confined to the goldfish that Milagro insisted on feeding and subsequently killing.

This was not a goldfish. Happily, where his own personal knowledge failed, television prevailed. Not so happily was the fact that he didn't give Collette thirty more seconds, wasting no time in rushing forward to clamp down her jaws and straddle her back in one smooth motion.