"Argh!" Michael couldn't believe how fast the Gator King was, but Michael was not willing to go down without a fight. Morphing his hands into claws again, Michael grabbed the Gator King's tail, digging his claws into the gator's flesh, and flung him toward the ceiling, out of the water. Michael leaped after him, and dug his metal claws into the gator's chest, then slammed him into the ceiling wall. "What the hell do you want with me?!"