"I am not so easily fooled, Junko." The great cat said, looking her over as she drew in with added skepticism, of which followed in manifestation the next time he spoke, "On what grounds are you suggesting we fight this machine? Thus far you seem convinced it intends to do us harm, but that I doubt; anything called a 'bondsman' means either it intends to enslave or indebt us, which it can try and fail miserably, or it intends for us to assist it under the guise of a quest that requires an oath of bonding."

First it gestured to her, a single index digit outstretched and pointing before sweeping onward and upward toward the gigantic mecha and splaying wide to emphasize just what the golden, striped beast was referring to. For as large as the Harbinger of Ferocity was, bigger than any extant cat, the metal leviathan before their small and ever increasingly odd entourage still towered over them. Not that the threat of death she mentioned had any weight of deterrence to the feline figure, just that her point was questionable.