Sigyn has caught up to me on my walk, and we have just encountered this fearsome beast! Fear not, Sigyn, I shall protect you!
What is this? Mighty Gungnir can barely make a dense in this creature’s armor!
Oh. It is all right, Sigyn. It is dead. I shall take its garish carcass back and put it in the human female’s lunchbox. What? By Fenrir’s whiskers! It was merely shamming, and now it is scurrying away! That is right, foul invertebrate! Run! Flee from Loki and alarm my sweetheart no more!