Barricade wasn't so sure about that, unless the taste of the Kishin affected how much of a pain they were to kill. Innocent, human souls must not have much flavor either. If they did, everyone really would be killing each other over them.

He looked over at Qilby in time to see him pull at his hat, making that hilarious face. So he had no problem with death and killing, but apparently getting his hands dirty was distasteful. His comment only seemed to drive home the point, though he was thankful the Meister had gotten the job done. Well enough for them to both be alive, at least. There was a big difference between those that planned wars, Qilby, and those that fought them, which was Barricade. He didn't look forward to when the old man and Demona figured that out, if they hadn't already.

"You don't strike me as the 'close and personal' type, anyways," Barricade said, optics following Qilby's line of sight. "You want more samples, or are we good to go?"

Not that it was really practical to be carrying much from that thing's carcass, unless they wanted every carnivore in this cave following them home.