We're in a desert! [ Hunk shouts, following up with a deep breath to try and regain his composure. Even if they're not Team Voltron, he still has to support them, to keep them safe. So seeing Sparks get hit makes him mad. ] What else can we do, Marshall?
[ He'll show you combat training. So he rushes at the beast, towards the nearest shoulder. With how big and dangerous those arms are, they needed to keep it from using them! As the knife Chops its way into the the beast's flesh, it lets out a grunt... though this might just be due to the fact that Hunk's momentum has him clinging to the outside of its arm, Shadow-of-the-Colossus style, still gripping that knife and accidentally wiggling it around in the wound. ]
Now what do I do?! [ Close combat is not his forte. Sadly, Hunk is too busy freaking out to communicate that. The Golden Chocobo, on the other hand, sees an opening and delivers a series of claw attacks to the other arm. ]
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[ He'll show you combat training. So he rushes at the beast, towards the nearest shoulder. With how big and dangerous those arms are, they needed to keep it from using them! As the knife Chops its way into the the beast's flesh, it lets out a grunt... though this might just be due to the fact that Hunk's momentum has him clinging to the outside of its arm, Shadow-of-the-Colossus style, still gripping that knife and accidentally wiggling it around in the wound. ]
Now what do I do?! [ Close combat is not his forte. Sadly, Hunk is too busy freaking out to communicate that. The Golden Chocobo, on the other hand, sees an opening and delivers a series of claw attacks to the other arm. ]