Lance stays low in his defensive position expecting an attack any second from the angry lizard. Lance looks around trying to see where the voice is coming from. "So you are listening, aren't you." He chuckles and growls under his breath. "Ahhh I see. So we are going to play that game are we? Fine. You will find I don't hide anything in what I say. It will all make perfect sense when you feel your life fade away after your throat has been torn out." Lance is a sly fox. He is good at leaving out those important details too. He needs to get something he can use to his advantage. Then after the silence he hears something he can use to his advantage. This is one of many clones of this lizard. What if he can disguise himself as one of them then he might be able to get out of the maze. If he can get the lizards jacket and say his arm then if they see him, they will see the lizards arm and think he is one of the clones. He is hoping that if they see Lance has been eaten, they consider it safe to  come and take out the injured lizard. Then he will follow them out. He likes the plan. He is sure the lizard will be enraged enough that he will want to eat him. He will have to focus on where the jacket is, so he will reform under it so they will not see him come back. He definitely does not want them to know he knows how to do that.<br/>Lance looks at the lizard expression changes to a hungry toothy grin. He focuses on its arm. "You heard them Scaly. Dinner is served." Lance very quickly charges the lizard. Before it can move, he grabs its arm viciously bites into its upper arm. His bite snaps through bone then he shakes his head tearing through the flesh. He pulls on the arm separating it from his body. He tosses it to the side then rips away his jacket throwing it on the arm. He pretends to slip and tries to aim his fall towards the lizards maw.