Once more the croc and the log did battle, once more Tyrus charged his wooden foe, once more his head struck right where he wanted to, and once more he felt the pain of the impact against his skull, he was starting to get used to it however, his shoulders were beginning to absorb some of the impact. He found if he struck the target just right, he felt almost nothing, and the impact was sent throughout his body and lessened. It was a useful thing to know, if he was to spend much of his time headbutting logs in the marsh, that is. Stepping back he looked at the log and at the spot he had struck. This strike was more successful as this time it was the wood that gave way and not the skull of Tyrus. He was accepting of his victory, but not as pleased he had been the first time he won over the long. He thought over what would be better, stay in the marsh and train until he was stronger, or go off in search of new opportunities. He was not sure just yet what his answer to that would be, but for now he crawled back to the tree, and lay just inside the hole once again. He would think on what to do next for now, and wait for his new headache to pass.