—Artorias hears the beast roar a challenge from the outside, and hops out to face his prey—
@Ice Dragon: You want a fight beast?! Then I'm happy to oblige!
—He channels his soul into a talisman, coating his blade with electricity, and raises his shield—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Artorias approaches the beast cautiously, as his footing is less solid than usual. By contrast, the dragon is huffing its notstrils, trying to intimidate the knight into backing off. He's not perturbed. He fought against the likes of Dragons who could change probability, this was nothing compared to that.—
@Everyone: Any who wish to stand beside me, gather to my side! The beast can't attack us from all sides like its Hydra Brethren!
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Artorias face darkens, and he's set in a deep frown. Such unions between Giants and Dragons was only know to one union, and it was a betrayal so great Lord Gwyn outright forbid anyone speak the name of the traitor. The sentiment sat well with the others in his court.
@Eurybe: ....I see. You must have had quite the upbringing, crossbreed.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

Naomi: Oh dammit!
-attempts to pull up diagnostics on the truck's cabin screens to see what the problem is-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."