He takes the attack and braces himself, breathing in deep. This is a lot like being in the arena. But it's colder, quieter. No roaring crowd. His eyes narrow.

He uses Rampart and adds his thanks for the brave bird's assistance just as Castor tackles back in. A plan forms in his mind and he charges back in himself, going straight at the beast with another Shock Break.

"Okay, good job! We've done some damage. Keep it up!"