"Had the pleasure of having to fight and kill a few, yeah. Try to ride? Not even close." He's had enough back injuries to last a lifetime, and he's only ever had the one. Never again the dark times. "Bulls?" Okay, now he's curious. He glances over, shifting slightly though keeping his back against the cool surface of the wall. "I'd say that almost sounds like a behemoth, but I'm pretty sure what you're talking about isn't the size of a decent four bedroom, two story house. Or purple, for that matter."

And yes, he has fought one before. Killed a few, too. Though, getting back to Spiracorns... "Two, curved around one another into a spiral. Hence, spiracorn. There's some without crooked horns, but they're rare."