“Sounds about right. There are different kinds of bulls. From the ones they use for the sport of bull riding or herd bulls.” But Noctis brought up a point. He shifts his arm and attempts to activate the particle shield. Nothing. “Looks like all the functions of my armor are on the fritz. Good thing to know now than later.” Like leap from a high height and think the jet pack will work kind of later.

He picks up his helmet and turns it around in his hands. His armor is as much a symbol of being a paladin as the Bayard on his hip. He sets it by his bent leg. “Anyway. So long as we don’t have a repeat of a giant bug hatching out of a moon, I think I won’t complain too much about weird creatures.”

That had been an experience. He would rather never repeat it.