Sands of Time. (off-rpg Trible vs. Z)

Baku wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that he was stuck in the middle of a desert, or that he was getting his clothes dirty. " At least I don't have to walk.." He sighed. He was riding one of his prized creations, a large super croc. Suddenly, his large reptilian friend stopped. " What is it?" He asked it, puzzled as to why it would halt in such a terrain.

" I smell.... enemy.... not Kumo.... hostile..." The croc breathed out slowely, trying to fit the words together as it talked. " Enemy? Point me towards the general direction my dear." Baku chuckled. Slowly, The croc lifted it's left foot and pointed towards a large sand dune, " The... Enemy...THere..." It sighed.
" Thank you deary, AND YOU, COME OUT AND PRESENT YOURSELF!" Baku yelled.