It was fast. Very fast. Qilby had just enough time -- for one sincere, frightening moment -- to doubt his ability to get away from its attack, before a metal claw shot up from beneath, pinning the thing to the rocks above and staining the water red. He recoiled from the spreading pool, pushing himself even further behind Barricade. On top of every other humiliation, he didn't need to emerge from the water in his white clothes dyed rosy pink.

The robot earned himself the most withering of stink-eyes for that, no doubt making Qilby seem entirely ungrateful... Which is exactly what he was. He whirled and took the lead, regardless of whether or not it was offered to him, kicking ahead. Caution mattered little to him at this point. It was already clearly demonstrated that should an attack happen again, he was of little use while underwater -- getting back on terra firma was priority number one.

His feet suddenly touched bottom and he pushed himself up. Space above him, no longer a ceiling on which to bump his head. He rose from the pool, dripping like a wet cat, and turned angrily on his 'partner' behind him, hissing.

"What was all that back there? If I didn't know any better, I would say you're trying to get us both killed! You--"

Qilby would have had more to add, much much more-- but something at his feet had caught his attention. He stepped back to get a closer look at the clear track left in the silt, by the sort of animal that dragged its belly across the ground. For a short moment he could do nothing but stare, before finally scowling up at Barricade and adding, "...Couldn't even finish the job and kill the damn thing."