He moves, and the shield dome comes crashing down, and Hector — at once dazed, awed and flabbergasted — drops down to a crouch, seemingly at ease with occupying the least amount of space, of attention. This isn't his natural, literal or metaphorical arena. He can survive this trial, but will not thrive in it.

Better, as one rhino is summarily hijacked and its rightful rider keels over on pains of spear through lungs — to sink and fish blindly for more of the dirt, throwing it in a dark cloud towards the second rhino, imitating the man's attack of earlier.

...to a similar lack of success. The creature, more irritated than delayed, hastens onward, its great heft rippling through breaking ground, as Hector anticipates becoming the latest accessory of its sharpened horn — only for it to instead stab one of the fumbling, stumbling and quickly wilting reanimated dead corpses, who somehow tripped in the rhino's path. It's unexpected, squelching and shudder-worthy.

Hector won't question it. Instead, while his ally comes to terms with rhino handling, he shouts over his shoulder, "Mind sharing the view?"

You turn that rhino around and give him a free ride, sir.