[He stands, observing how Falco draws the nape and where to cut, nodding. That lines up with what he'd seen before, and now he understands how when he'd tried that the first time, he'd missed. He hadn't gone up far enough.]

I think I can handle that. It should be no problem to open a hole there with my strength. [They continue on, until finally reaching their destination.] Ah, here we are.

[The landscape before them is riddled with cracked trees that have long since fallen down from something huge hitting them- a large crater is situated a little further back, and holes scatter the area where boots have dug in, where powers have gone off to attack each other. Very little grass grows here now, and the ground looks worn with the battles that have taken place upon it. With arms akimbo, he looks upon it, noting at least there was no blood to be found. It melted away with the snow, last month.]

We'll have plenty of room here. Should we get right to it, or is there anything else I need to know?