I told you it was a trap! [ He's shouting, and his feet dig into the sand. Hunk's too shocked at the arms on this thing to keep composure as a hand instinctively goes to his side, to his trusty Bayard. He'd just use that giant cannon and keep his distance and- ]

What am I supposed to do with a tiny little knife?! [ And now he's crying. ] Nooo! [ A chef's knife is not a giant gun, sadly. Hunk takes a step forward, glancing back and forth between Sparks, Dylas, the Golden Chocobo, and their enemy. ]

M-Marshal Nevada, you know what this is?! [ He's definitely pleading for some help. ] Wh-what do we do?

[ He wants to move in like he's seen people do in the past, but he's terrified. So for now, he's awkwardly bouncing back and forth on his feet as he strafes in a circle towards the beast's side, keeping about as far away as Sparks. ]