[ Yeeeeeah, Sylvain is used to grumps with sticks up their asses. Case in point, his best friend. He doesn't even bat an eye at the glare or the flat tone the response is given in.

Still, he moves a little closer to the corpse currently dragging itself out of its grave, making sure he's the first thing it sees once it actually emerges.

Sure enough, the thing comes straight for him. Well. That seems easy enough? ]

I don't think we'll have to worry about them going blocks. They seem easily lured? [ A swipe of his lance has him beheading this one as well, stepping back to let it fall lifeless to the grass once more. ] ...Uhh. How are you keeping track of who was buried where? And which parts belong to who?

[ He saw that head go rolling off somewhere when he first got here. He doesn't actually know where it ended up, though. ]