Suddenly the giant fluffy chicken wasn't so cute and harmless anymore, and Jr. was happy that he'd brought his guns. Not that he wanted to shoot it, but scaring it away could be an option.

Of course, with the way the thing was looking at them, he wasn't sure that would work.

"I sure hope you've got a plan, kid..."

Jr. began to wave his guns in front of the chocobo, hoping it would somehow distract it.