"Animal shaped back up? On that thing? Not unless you've got a Tyrannosaur on standby or something." He rubs his arm and regards the knight, he already looks like he's been knocked around some and it might be evident his shoulder is dislocated.

"What we really need... is some kind of shotgun." A pause. "Or maybe a tank."

He doesn't prefer that method. The last thing he wants is for his life to turn into some horrible American action movie. But whatever that was was not to be toyed with.