"What's up," says Garyl, in response to Foster's sidelong glance-- not Taako, but the steed himself. Taako, meanwhile, is grinning smugly down at Foster from Garyl's back, though it's only a second before it's wiped away in favor of a more serious look of determination, his gaze redirected towards the circle.

"So, uh. I mean, fuck this, right?"

And then he quickly scorches a path ahead of them, smashing and melting as many of the blades between them and the circle as possible.