Linoleum jumped back at the first sight of the thing that came out of the bush in dramatic fashion, letting Zog the Barbarian have his fun with the beastie and scurrying back. He feared that it was trying to eat all he had dear to him and thus held his instrument up high, his plan on hitting whatever the Wilderdeep produced with his mallet clearly not working out. The bard argued with his gong, accusing it of knowing that the beast would have liked a golden teal over a cyan brick as he tried to calm himself with images of burning sheep to little effect. He didn't know if the image of a combustable sheep wasn't helping him calm down or the fact that his gong gave him the wrong color (Linoleum leaned more towards the color).

His mind cleared once he saw that Serah had approached and calmed the six-eyed beast and was ... talking to it? Linoleum found this concept entirely foreign, who the hell would try to talk to something like that? It was like nightmare fuel, even more so than the things people who did [Removed] behind the [Removed] as they [Removed] when they thought no one was watching so they would just continue to [Removed]. Horrifying stuff that was but through the ranger's action, the bard had an idea. He had long song [s]to[/s] at people and sometimes they liked it. What if he had tried it on an animal though? Of course, the six-eye cuddlepuff in front of them wasn't exactly like a normal puppy or goat, but it must be close enough. Raising his gong, the bard began to sing the tale of the great spider Rangornis, calling upon his knowledge of songs and epics about creatures unusual. He hoped that he didn't sound too bad, he hadn't exactly warmed up his voice.