My next attack from Croc:

Croc
HP: 88
To hit: 15
Damage: 7-2= 5

Croc snarled and rose to his feet once more, smoke rising from the burns across his back and shoulders.

"You're going to die you little blonde slut!" He roared as he wiped the mud from his face and spun around. Noel was already running off deeper into the swamp in the same direction he had tossed her second gun. Croc wasn't very smart, but he guessed she wasn't satisfied with the effect her current firepower was having on his mutated body.

She might have been quick and acrobatic, but he had very long, very powerful legs. It didn't take him long to close the distance, and before Noel knew he was behind her, he reached out with his claws and grabbed her by the back of her uniform. She struggled to break free of his grip, but he was too powerful. He cocked back his other hand and delivered a brutal right uppercut into the small of her back.

Crock had expected to break the tiny woman's spine, but instead her heard fabric tear, and her entire body rocketed forward to land face down in the mud. In his left hand he gripped the torn pieces of her blouse.

Croc smiled, things were getting interesting.