Lob circled the falling eyewing, stepping in one of the fallen globs. Quickly he learned of his folly as the old cold was still acidic and still a danger! He limped in a crabwalk as he strafed to an (alkaline) pool to wash the acid off by sticking the foot in until the burning stopped. Now he knew the tears were a dangerous thing to be avoided as he watched in a low crouch and waited until he could leap up high with both hands behind him for a shattering overhead blow. 

He was starting to guess if he killed it, it might pop like a real eyeball and send that burnstear everywhere, but it was a risk he was willing to take for the children. He felt the Claws bite deep in its frantic attempt to climb up him to be in the air, but he hoped to add his weight to crash to the ground and perhaps impale it on the floorteeth below.