"Don't think trapping it's gonna be enough," Bull replies with a grunt, wheeling around to face it. "Go on. Get him out of here."

He'd be willing to take on the thing alone, if he thought no one else was willing. But among their group, he'd be surprised if that were the case. Zevran has help out and someone to tend to his wounds. Bull's no healer.

This thing? He can handle. And there's still a lot of pent-up anger due to be dished out.