As Makoto stepped out of the city her hand tightened some wrapping around her fist. She had tried using weapons before and they always seemed to get in the way. Satisfied, her gaze moved from the bird, to the tiny princess (and her cautious attendant), to the young athletic kid with the bleached hair.

A few weeks ago she would have called this scene absurd.

Makoto's eyes narrowed as the chocobo eater appeared in the distance. "Ordinarily I would have preferred a few more fights to practice our coordination. But now is not the time."

"Watch for sweeping attacks and rushes, princess. We're going to need your support." She didn't like the look of the size of those arms...