Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

When Sephiran pointed out that the hide would make strong armor, Aresenn thought for a moment, before slowly nodding in agreement. It would make very strong armor. But he had never worked with crocodile flesh before. He couldn't help but wonder how easily it was manipulated. But from the sound of it, that sounded like it was going to be the other boy's job. His task was going to be to continue to punch out the remaining teeth. Sephiran seemed to share a similar thought process as he made a similar demand. The Praetor boy grunted in acknowledgment- not the 'instruction' he was given played any part in his decision-making process. However, he would harvest more teeth than he wanted for Seph to use if he chose to do so.

After the first few, Aresenn slipped into a rhythm. Realigning the stone, and then punching out the tooth. Not all of them broke as cleanly as the first one- some of the smaller ones refused to budge from their place in the crocodile's jaw at all. But when it was all said and done, he had collected a nice pile of ivory spikes to be used however they wanted.