Kalysto made some low grumbling sounds and sighed. “Yeah I suppose you’re right. But I put them in danger, so do I make everyone weaker? Oh who knows.” He whacked his Dreadsteed in the butt and finally climbed up onto it, moving the box in-front of him.
“Walking sucks.” He stated simply. “Get on.” He held the box with one hand, extending his other down to Desiree.
General Sephiroth paced around the dead Felhunter, poking at it with his boot. “You did good. You can be at ease now.” He kicked the corpse, adding. “Disgusting creature. I wonder how many more of them there are?”
Mahret made an upset sound from her place in the Nether and telepathically contacted her mistress.
“Bad people. Sit there. Bang. Dead. DEAD!!”*