[While Nil is dealing with his, Aloy darts forward. The crocodile is half blind and distracted, and she's just fast enough to plunge her lance into its head. It writhes, nearly pulling her over before twitching and going still. As much as Nil might think otherwise, Aloy doesn't enjoy clearing out the bandit camps they find together, but this is different. She can lose herself in the adrenaline rush of a good hunt when she's not hunting people. When Aloy turns, it's just in time to see Nil shoot the other crocodile, and she laughs, a much more joyful, triumphant sound than he's heard from her before.]
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Finish it off!