[Behemoth]

"Were it any other time, it'd take you up on that offer."

And while he had been irritated before -the Tangi had feelings on technology and they were all very strong- he was completely in earnest. As mercurial and xenophobic as he could be, he was a scholar-philosopher in addition to a hunter. Of course, he had enough trouble with this language and since most were geared towards those who spent most of their time breathing air and never had to worry about stabbing their tongues with their teeth, he doubted he could speak whatever her native language was with any degree of accuracy. But as for now, he had very different things to worry about.

He met her blade with his, but the angle was awkward, likely due to the unexpected change in hand position, and he couldn't maintain it for long without slipping. Panting slightly, gills fluttering to the beat of his pulse as they tried to take in water that wasn't there, he stopped fighting her blade, but instead of rearing back for another swipe, he kicked. Though small -he never failed to curse the fact that Tangi women of his kind tended to be bigger- years of swimming left him with powerful limbs.

Was the same true for those of the air?