"Good to know." Just great, really. Because that sure is option number one that the moogle decided to take of the three that Castor just described. Before sending the puppet to sit on his head. With a bomb again. And stays there. Now normally, he'd be panicking, but then he sees something out of the corner of his eye-

"Whoa-!" Ira ducks instinctively at the sight of a blade incoming. He's six foot tall okay, what the hell?!

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And that sure is some of his white hair getting cut in the process. Son of a-