Tal perked up at the support for his weapon idea, but the puzzle of how to safely attack a landshark and live to tell the tale kept him from puffing up too full of himself just yet. He scowled at the floating creature as it spun its lazy circles - begging the question: could landsharks get motion sick?
Suggestions emerged from the General towards more planned and measured approaches, and Tal nodded agreement even as he took mental notes. He was no Attuned but there was a sense that, somehow, a tail was still wagging. "Bait's easy, if it's sound and movement they come for. Traps, though... how do you trap something that's underground until it's too late?" He chewed his lip thoughtfully, scowling at the young shark as if trying to intimidate it into giving up its secrets. "Can they go right through solid rock?" Or was it just relatively loose dirt and sand that provided them with freedom of movement?
Suggestions emerged from the General towards more planned and measured approaches, and Tal nodded agreement even as he took mental notes. He was no Attuned but there was a sense that, somehow, a tail was still wagging. "Bait's easy, if it's sound and movement they come for. Traps, though... how do you trap something that's underground until it's too late?" He chewed his lip thoughtfully, scowling at the young shark as if trying to intimidate it into giving up its secrets. "Can they go right through solid rock?" Or was it just relatively loose dirt and sand that provided them with freedom of movement?
