[ Down the line of Illya's path is one Saber garbed in royal red and gold threads who doesn't seem all that alarmed of the noise that is coming closer to her. She lets out an almost bored sigh before a vaguely amused smirk appears on her lips. The Metagross and Scizor that are accompanying her for her stroll perk their heads up at that. ]

Machina. Gladius. I believe you know what to do.

[ Machina the Metagross lets out a noise and places itself firmly in front of Saber. When the Rhyhorn closes in, Machina places a Protect on itself, mashing its steel face with the Rhyhorn's rock hard horn and effectively stopping the beast in its path by digging its claws into the ground. The Scizor leaps forward in a fighting stance, but doesn't actually let loose anything just yet. Saber moves around to address the rider. ]

I, myself, adore the thrills and excitement one gains by joyriding, but it is children who run on reckless abandon that I must reprimand. Do you not see well beyond the crown of your Rhyhorn, child?