[Rob's footing does indeed become unsteady, but he quickly realizes what's going on and lets himself fall towards the lump in the ground where the anklegator is, driving his sword into the ground with his weight added to the force of the thrust. Of course since it was a feint the anklegator is long gone by the time he stabs where it was, but points for effort.
The yell startles him and he stumbles, but he manages to pull his sword out of the ground as he moves away. Acid wasn't really what he was expecting for a breath weapon, but his brain tears through its accumulated knowledge and shoves "acid-breathing black dragons" at him. While this knowledge is surely fascinating, it's not particularly useful at the moment. Not that there's much else he can do right now unless he's grown weary of having skin.]
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The yell startles him and he stumbles, but he manages to pull his sword out of the ground as he moves away. Acid wasn't really what he was expecting for a breath weapon, but his brain tears through its accumulated knowledge and shoves "acid-breathing black dragons" at him. While this knowledge is surely fascinating, it's not particularly useful at the moment. Not that there's much else he can do right now unless he's grown weary of having skin.]