Tal looked from Sah to the birds with his brows raised. He knew the other man was teasing him and he tried to instinctively bristle up against it, but his curiosity got the better of him. "I've never tried it," he admitted reluctantly, hating to have to admit to anything in front of his best frenemy. "Is it that bad?" Meat was meat in Halo, and picky eaters didn't survive long. Or, well, hadn't, before. With the changes in the world it was weird to think that they were a lot less likely to starve to death now that the Eirachi's influence had been... broken? Diluted? Something to ask a god the next time he prayed.
He smirked and crossed his arms at first as Sah warmed up the ol' zappy fingers on an annoying Hel, but apparently the lesson he'd taught them a mere minute before had already faded from their sly, malicious brains because they dove for him again as if the Jester's lightning bolt had been his fault. "Hey!" It wasn't quite a squawk of angry protest, but Tal backpedaled over the sand as he drew his Dagger a second time and slashed a few rapid strokes through the air, slicing through feathers and flesh. The flock rose swiftly in dismay, flapping up high out of reach though they stayed overhead, circling.
Waiting.
"Let's get this over with," Tal grumbled, keeping a weather eye on the thieving bastards. "An' I'll buy first round of drinks at the Hanged Man." The last was added a little grudgingly in lieu of a more proper 'thank you' as the courier waited for the magic to happen.
He smirked and crossed his arms at first as Sah warmed up the ol' zappy fingers on an annoying Hel, but apparently the lesson he'd taught them a mere minute before had already faded from their sly, malicious brains because they dove for him again as if the Jester's lightning bolt had been his fault. "Hey!" It wasn't quite a squawk of angry protest, but Tal backpedaled over the sand as he drew his Dagger a second time and slashed a few rapid strokes through the air, slicing through feathers and flesh. The flock rose swiftly in dismay, flapping up high out of reach though they stayed overhead, circling.
Waiting.
"Let's get this over with," Tal grumbled, keeping a weather eye on the thieving bastards. "An' I'll buy first round of drinks at the Hanged Man." The last was added a little grudgingly in lieu of a more proper 'thank you' as the courier waited for the magic to happen.
