If Robin is quick and manages to clear his eyes enough to get a look at Irahl's face before he's dunked again, he'll see that the dragon is smiling. It's a very content smile, but it is most definitely at Robin's expense. Hope he'd enjoyed having Irahl on his side, because the tables have abruptly turned.

He's not planning on trying to inflict any great bodily harm on him this time, though. He just wants to send him flying.

Robin likes birds, right?

As they slog their way into the rocky shallows, Irahl gives a brief explanation while Robin is still underwater.

"Got to watch the guys do this to Ratchet." Vincent has been told enough stories of Irahl's rat-eating squadmate to know the name by now. "Never got to try it myself though."

Once they're in water that Irahl judges to be shallow enough, he directs Vincent to move his grip to Robin's wrists, while he takes better hold of his ankles, and Robin will soon find himself lifted entirely out of the water as his body is strung between the two giants like a jump rope.

Irahl then begins to swing Robin back and forth, guessing that Vincent will catch on pretty quick.

"...You want to count down or should I?"