Hopefully, he'll get his cunning back; right now it's not shining through at all. Instead of hanging backhe's already started charging again, fairly (no, actually) walking into the attack. Croc takes a tumble over the bones and bashes into a bookshelf, taking the opportunity to send books flying with a swipe of one massive hand. They go everywhere, including at Sans.

Croc shakes his head to clear the stars, flexing his claws; they scrape against the stone like nails on a chalkboard. Then he gets back up and turns to face Sans, rubbing at his jaw.

"I'll deal with that for you, don't worry."