toss the albatros

As soon as Kuroo made the initial grab, Hattori dashed in to offer his support. His steps thudding, landing harder than the deft fisher-wolf. Even if the bird wished to take flight it would be too late for that now and instead it seemed to take up a more defensive approach, hoping to flap and perhaps bluff its way out of this predicament. But such a tactic would not work today, not with two talented hunters biting onto its wings. Hattori took a hold of the other wing, using his weight to bear down upon it, perhaps even breaking bone in the process. It sqwarked and flailed, the sound of an egg crunching caught Hattori's ears and he wondered if it would be worth to take more care not to crush the rest. Egg and fish did go well together after all.

Lunging for the neck, to end it quick, Hattori had no interest in drawing this out any longer than it needed.