“Alrigh, lass/Lad. Hear me out, would ya’?” Soap held an extremely large, custom tactical vest. On the back collar was a handle bar to hold on to.

“Would it, or would it not be more efficient and amazing if I could ride my own pet Indoraptor onto the field?” He held the vest up to convince you. At the word pet, however, your tail popped his leg.

“Companion! I met companion. Christ, lad/lass.” Soap complained inaudibly while rubbing the sore spot on his leg.