"Seven Hells!" Robb shouted, overwhelmed as the water started to fill up the room. If things went poorly enough, the room would be consumed in water. Robb had not intention of drowning here. Still, the beast took precedence and, unsheathing his sword, stood at the ready. Waiting for the right moment, he charged and slashed his way to the beast, screaming the entire way.
It was mad, of course, but if nothing else, it would draw attention away from the others. Robb was one of the best armoured, and well-prepared to take a few hits.