Kalysto snorted. “Not even the dead walking around like living people? Some are so bad they’re like hive-minds of maggots in a bag of skin. And don’t even get me started on the smell… compared to these guys, Trolls smell like buttercups.” He smirked and suddenly had the Dreadsteed run off the platform, crashing it’s hooves onto the soil below.
“If you told me you’ve seen shit like that before though… I can’t say I would be surprised.”
General Sephiroth jumped, startled, and nearly inhaled the piece of food he was chewing on. “Watch it!” He hissed at her. “Just because I have sat with them while drinking, it doesn’t mean I did it willingly…”
He scowled. “A lot of the time, one of them would accuse me of being weak. So I had to prove otherwise.”