Fight Dirty [Fight Training!]

Talon had bumbled in on Sparrow's heels, bouncing along chasing his sister's tail with his tongue lolling from the side of his mouth like an overgrown puppy. He flopped down on his belly beside her to listen when his dad spoke up to start the meeting. Or lesson. Lesson-meeting-thing. Talon's tail swished happily through the grass at his dad's voice. The others spoke up one by one, and Talon let out a muffled guffaw when Vamdis mentioned she'd seen someone pee on someone else in a fight. The idea of someone farting on a warrior as intimidating as Vamdis drew a faint giggle as well, though he kept that one to a tiny little teehee that he hoped she didn't hear. At Alarr's idea his eyes widened. Oh yuck, that would definitely be weird enough to put him off a fight. "Wouldn't that be hard?" he asked, unaware of his amusingly poor choice of phrasing. "I mean you can't just... uhm... you know... on command?" he gave a wide, embarrassed grin towards Alarr. Torrent's suggestions perked his ears. "Ooooo whst about like, really cool traps? Like skunk stinkbombs or sticky things to slow them down or... ooooh ooh you could drop a beehive on them. No one wants to keep fighting you when they have a beehive on their head!" he said with gleeful confidence.