Two curved horns. All the better to gore people with he supposes. He tries to construct a mental image of a behemoth and fails. Purple. "Just how purple is a behemoth? What shade?" This is going to make meetings with the Marmora a bit funny. In his head.

Shiro pulls one leg up against his chest, stretching the other one out. He's been in a cockpit for several hours. If he doesn't stretch now he'll be sorry for it later. "...while we've taken on things that size. Fighting what sounds like a giant bull...that's certainly one for memories."

Memories and photos from a hospital or the latest reason to be in a healing pod. "Bulls aren't that big. They're in the hundreds of pounds not tons."