You had killed them all.
You had struck them all down without a single tear. Killed the ones you called your friends.
There was only one obstacle before you.
A small lazy drake, the brother of the wisteria colored mare who you had killed oh-so-long ago.
His head rose, his empty eyes landing on you. He had been talking about something, but only now had what he been saying come into focus.
"…do you want to have a bad time?"