Glad that Ken at least knew when to get out of the line of- literal- fire, Lea hurled the fireball at the creature. He almost wished he hadn't, as the pained noise that emerged from the creature's ever shifting throat was bizarre and downright disturbing; bellow, a squawk, a roar, a screech all melting into each other and overlapping. It didn't even stop shifting when burned, and it collapsed to the ground, a charred paw shifting to a charred wing, to part of a charred head, to a section of burned, scaley hide...

Lea summoned a chakram and used it to put the creature out of its misery. He didn't want to use his Keyblade for that. "OK, remind me not to do that again, if we run into any more of these things," he said as he dismissed the chakram. "That was freaking disturbing."