"Welcome friends!" Grim greeted Sephiroth, Azurael, and T'vor as they arrived from the crash site.
"Come to see the show?" He was grinning a razor-toothed grin.
T'vor was scowling. His dislike for the undead Angel was obvious.
"Remember to keep away from the fence, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy the ride! Hehehehehehehe..." Grim announced, spreading his arms wide. The ground beneath them began to shake, and suddenly, ghostly arms burst forth from the dirt, followed by heads, then bodies, then finally, legs. Myriads of ghosts and spirits of all kinds crawled their way to the surface--men, women, and children, Angels, Demons, Humans, and even the souls of long dead Dragons emerged from the earth to answer the Reaper's call. Wordlessly, the procession began to dismember the [i]Exodus[/i], ignoring their living spectators. The dragon spirits began tearing the ship apart, chunk by chunk, and those pieces were torn into yet smaller ones by the humanoid spirits, making short work of the ship, and carrying off every last part upon their backs, marching back towards the encampment.
During this process, Grim had somehow managed to sneak over behind the trio.
"Marvelous, aren't they?" He cackled gleefully.