Ignis looked at his blood and gore covered skin. He'd want to wash that before they made their way back if he could.

He sidestepped around the viscera on the floor and worked on detaching the diaphragm and removing the creature's heart and lungs. With the head removed, that would be easier as he wouldn't need to fish up into its throat for the trachea.

"The only way you're going to have the opportunity to prove anything," he said, distracted by working on the carcass, "is to pull your weight." What he was doing now was a start, but only a start, and Ignis wasn't sure Szayel would be able to keep it up.