Chickens. Coral's teeth showed as she smiled at the sight. Good to see a Faunus standing up for herself. She hadn't seen what silliness had started this silliness, but it didn't matter. The guy was surely getting what he deserved, and she was certainly getting dinner.

The sheath on her back made a clicking noise and it unlocked for one of the knives to release. Said knife floated out to Coral's side, and she grabbed it without even needing to look. It was a long sleek thing, without much adornment other than the glowing red stone at the bottom that linked it to the sheath, which was then connected to her aura. As far as uses went, it looked more suited for slashing and poking things in melee than for throwing, but that had never bothered Coral. Heck, with enough practice you could cut things with cards, and she'd built similar rapport with these deadly instruments.

It didn't take particular skill to hit one of the chickens, though. There were so many of them that it was like shooting fish in a barrel. But that worked well enough for Coral: after all, she wasn't doing this for the challenge, she was doing this because delicious meat was parading in front of her, taunting her with its not-deadness. She threw out the knife, and amidst the white feathered madness a splash of red signified her success. She issued the recall command, and the knife, chicken attached, heeded it, zipping through the enraged hens directly back to its position at her side.

She removed the chicken and cleaned the knife on it before returning said knife to its holster and then biting into her meal. "Yeah, I'm sure they are," she lied to Gerald's question, shrugging. "I prefer to threaten and maim than to charm, personally."

"Want some?" She gestured invitingly at the dead bird as her "hair" stripped away the feathers and she spat out the few she'd bitten off in her impatience. "Tastes like chicken!"