Robert looked down the hole and saw the bright red eyes staring back at him. He struggled to see if there was anything else in the hole as well. "I can't see the card in there, and it's not that large either. If we go down there we'll be cornered with no way out and no way to maneuver out of the way of... Edgar," Robert said. He paused before saying the Grimm's name, unable to see why anyone would give a singular Grimm a name. "You know what? Forget what I said earlier, there's no card down there. Let's keep looking." He walked away and was already about ten yards away when he heard a loud noise, almost resembling a roar. He turned to see Edgar in mid-air as it jumped out of its hole. Robert stood in disbelief, unable to take his eyes off the impossible Sitting Bull standing only a few yards away from him. "HOWWWWW!? HOWWWWW!?" was the only thing Robert could say. Edgar snorted, then scraped his hoof across the ground, refusing to look away from Robert. Robert looked down at his red t-shirt, then looked up to see his red hair blowing in the wind. He looked back at Edgar. "Why does this always happen to me?" Robert asked whatever cosmic being up in the heavens decided that tormenting him was a form of fun. Edgar made a loud roar as it charged at Robert, moving fast enough to outrun the average car. Robert tried to doge, but Edgar's right horn snagged onto Robert's hoodie. Edgar continued charging, with Robert trailing behind. "HEEELLLP MEEEEE!" Robert called to his team mates, his scream loud enough to attract all of the Sitting Bulls in the surrounding area. Within minutes all of the Sitting Bulls came together and stampeded toward Robert's teammates, with Edgar leading the charge. "SORRY!" Robert apologized to his teammates.