"Fat lotta good that does us here," Tal sighed under his breath, wondering what sort of incredibly useful treasures were so frustratingly out of reach.
But there was no use dwelling on 'might have hads' when the object of his hunt was just on the other side of the rise. He might have been considering exactly what Fiadh suggested, but the way she worded it made him scowl and glare down at the fyrhunds. "No, I'm not gonna kill a puppy," he grumbled. He reached up to rub the back of his neck furiously while he watched the little drama unfolding below, trying to figure out...
Boreal crooned softly, offering support, before looking back to the Gore Crows with glittering reptilian eyes.
"Okay, distraction. Yeah. It's not like I have to beat her or anything. I just need to knock some of her armor loose. When the nest falls, I'll move in. Hit her while the crows are comin' at her, too. Then I'll start runnin'." Fyrhunds were probably slow with all that heavy armor on them... right? Fiadh had said something about that, he was sure of it. "Boreal can grab whatever got knocked off her while she's chasin' me an'... you can distract her so she can't catch up." He spun the plan(??) out in one rushed breath, afraid that if he stopped the ideas would dry up as well. "So uh... what can y'do for a distraction?"
If Deimos heard about this, he'd probably be on probation in the Guild for life...
But there was no use dwelling on 'might have hads' when the object of his hunt was just on the other side of the rise. He might have been considering exactly what Fiadh suggested, but the way she worded it made him scowl and glare down at the fyrhunds. "No, I'm not gonna kill a puppy," he grumbled. He reached up to rub the back of his neck furiously while he watched the little drama unfolding below, trying to figure out...
Boreal crooned softly, offering support, before looking back to the Gore Crows with glittering reptilian eyes.
"Okay, distraction. Yeah. It's not like I have to beat her or anything. I just need to knock some of her armor loose. When the nest falls, I'll move in. Hit her while the crows are comin' at her, too. Then I'll start runnin'." Fyrhunds were probably slow with all that heavy armor on them... right? Fiadh had said something about that, he was sure of it. "Boreal can grab whatever got knocked off her while she's chasin' me an'... you can distract her so she can't catch up." He spun the plan(??) out in one rushed breath, afraid that if he stopped the ideas would dry up as well. "So uh... what can y'do for a distraction?"
If Deimos heard about this, he'd probably be on probation in the Guild for life...
