At least the organization coats had been warm and sort of all-weather. Hot, Cold, windy, whatever, he didn't remember ever minding the elements before. Then again, most places they'd been to didn't have weather extremes.

And then they were standing in front of a thing.

"That is... not the ugliest thing I've ever seen, but I'd rather not try to talk with it." At least it wasn't the human-crab amalgamations.

And then Demyx was encouraging them to fight it? Roxas looked down at his stick, cursing that he'd been unable to take on another Job and was left with this... lack of a Job? That's what people suggested it was anyhow.

"You have to fight too, you know," he snapped back at Demyx ruefully, then looked over to Ira to see what he was doing. The chocobo was remaining behind the team, out of reach of the predator while eyeing it warily.