He turned to give each one of them a look, wondering why the hell Demyx wasn't already starting to play a song or something. He's a white mage. He can only heal and use a weak wind spell on this thing. And Roxas...
... Roxas, has a stick.
You know what? He's not even going to bother commenting on that right now. Instead he looked to the chocobo, who seemed about as terrified of the monster as he feels about its kind. He won't even question it right now. Instead, he simply took up the staff he'd been carrying and rolled his eyes.
"Then talk to it with your stick," he advised, not even meaning to take point but there he was. "Demyx, play something." He nodded to the chocobo once, took a deep breath, and stepped forward slightly, casting Aero on the beast. Hopefully Whitey there would at least be able to back them up.
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He turned to give each one of them a look, wondering why the hell Demyx wasn't already starting to play a song or something. He's a white mage. He can only heal and use a weak wind spell on this thing. And Roxas...
... Roxas, has a stick.
You know what? He's not even going to bother commenting on that right now. Instead he looked to the chocobo, who seemed about as terrified of the monster as he feels about its kind. He won't even question it right now. Instead, he simply took up the staff he'd been carrying and rolled his eyes.
"Then talk to it with your stick," he advised, not even meaning to take point but there he was. "Demyx, play something." He nodded to the chocobo once, took a deep breath, and stepped forward slightly, casting Aero on the beast. Hopefully Whitey there would at least be able to back them up.