[He steps forward and she slows her stride so as to not crash into him; well, that sure got his attention! And for good reason, as his words sink home. He has Behemoths where he comes from. This is more than just a shared set of behaviors between those in charge. This is two monsters, remarkably similar from the sounds of things, in two different worlds.]

They weren't purple, but fifty feet of teeth and claws is about right. [A tilt of her head, then:] Did yours pull a sword out of their horns and stand on their back legs when they were hurt enough?

[That. May actually be worse! If it's any comfort, she never took one of those things alone?]