Of course. [Edgeworth may not be as powerful as Boreas, or as experienced with weaponry, but he can be observant enough to make up for it. He watches the other man hold out his sword and allow the plants to wilt out of their way; convenient, and kinder for the plants.

But when he hears the sound of rustling foliage, his neck snaps upward - and sees a flock of flying black birds cawing up a storm. That shouldn't be a reason for concern...if they weren't dive bombing towards them and didn't smell of carrion.]

Look out! [Edgeworth whips out his saber, ready to cut down the birds that even get near him.]

Q-Question?

[That's all Edgeworth can say. One smart bird veers away from Boreas to target Edgeworth, and it swoops down toward his head. He takes a big step back and slashes at it with his sword. Unfortunately, the creature is fast enough that its wing is just grazed, and it veers away to circle and try again.]

[Edgeworth is faring...fairly, all things considered. He is learning slowly to anticipate the birds' movements and to strike at the right time. Already, he has managed to wound one enough for it to drop to the ground, wings fluttering uselessly at its side.]

I got one! I just need to immobilize it enough - [He ducks as another bird swoops over his head, bringing with it its disgusting stench.] to keep it alive, but with no chance - [Edgeworth stabs his sword upward, but misses. He tries again.] - of escape!

[With that last word, he lops off part of the second crow's wing, sending it off its course as it wheels and corkscrews.]

[Edgeworth breathes a sigh of relief. Thank you for avenging his hair, Boreas. He'll repay you if anything tries to get your hair next.

Anyway, the injured crow he took down is trying to hop away. Mercilessly Edgeworth drives the point of his saber into one of its wings, pinning it to the ground.]

Let's see if these things are capable of speech.

[The crow will not get any sympathy from Edgeworth, who glares coldly at it while still clutching his saber and ensuring that the bird is properly impaled.

He flinches when he hears the bird speak. Really, why should he be surprised again? And yet, he still is. Plus, the screech wasn't exactly music to his ears.]

So, they are capable of speech. Perhaps we can bargain with it, as well.

[Edgeworth peers down at the trapped bird, his glare easing up only slightly.]

Answer his question, and we'll...consider sparing your life.