Ignatius: I have a really hard skull, blue-balls. You’d probably break your wrist before you broke my snout ridge bone. And relax… *grumbles* I just wanna know where the hell we’re going. I agreed to help you survive, but right now I’m no good to you. All this light refraction and reflection has me as lost as the next cat in the pack.
Sephiroth: Just shut up and keep following my lead. I will get us out of this… *continues to move ahead, using Seferia’s borrowed senses. He continues to scan the area ahead, scowling* There’s a dragon here. It’s not going to ambush us if I can help it. Seferia, do you know what’s ahead of us at all?