A knot of flapping membranes and fleshy folds kites through the air, eliciting more than a few groans of disgust from the audience. It drifts haphazardly along invisible currents in the air, making inexorable progress towards the crocodile. Suddenly, it swoops swiftly downwards onto the reptile's scaley back, trying to wrap its ragged flaps of skin around its foe - or its meal.
Flying in and attempting a melee touch attack, maneuvering, if possible, to avoid an AoO, or at least an AoO from the mouth.