Ina's not one to talk when action is required, and she doesn't waste time on it now. The word has barely left Killer Croc's mouth when she's already loosed a few arrows that hit him squarely in the chest.

They don't do much, is the problem. Two of the arrows don't penetrate his skin, bouncing off and falling to the ground. The third strikes home, but he heals around is so quickly that it might as well have failed like the others.

"Ah..." That's...not good.