Questions of its sentience, of the purpose of this attack, do not occur to Lannister. It is in its way, it would harm him if he could, and he's hacked many a thing to pieces as the quickest means of problem solving. Jaime buries a long length of sword into the thing's leonine throat, spilling scarlet, and still it wars like no beast he's encountered.

Irritating, but different, at least. Jaime withdraws the sword with the efficiency of a soldier, but brings it down like a butcher -- his weapon doesn't hold the beauty and sharpness of the King of the North's execution blade, but it has a similar weight and carries Jaime's strength true enough to cleave the lion's head almost off it's neck. It takes another swipe before it goes rolling.

He huffs out a breath and glances sideways at Data. It seems the thing will continue to tangle for as long as it has its last remaining head. Wordlessly, Jaime presses back into the fight.

A couple of well-aimed blows disables a leg, creating an opening to hack off the last head. Jaime is not completely unscathed, which is annoying, but so long as he doesn't get drastically injured on this foolish errand, then his employer has no cause to smirk at him.

"What comes next again?" he puzzles, wry, taking out a cloth from a pocket to wipe down his blade.