Tobias rushes forward, aiming to get one massive foot on the lizard's tail. He bends low to keep his weight centered and not shifting, and prepares to slice -

When he starts to smell something. Is that - but he'd be careful not to cut the core.

<Slice her up, Colin! I'm holding her in place as much as I can. Don't worry about hitting me on the way out. I can take it.>

Probably.