He doesn't complain this time, hopping aboard, eyes focused on the dots that slowly grow in size until he can make them out as clear as day-

-people. There was no doubt about that. Roland nudges Tidus's closest arm with a careful elbow. They are maneuvered to the ground with relative ease, and he knows they're already both running to meet the group of farmers and civilians who seemed to be escaping from the worst thing possible.

"That's a void blob? Gah."

It's a gross affront to the senses; unnatural and unbelievably speedy for what its gelatinous pastiche of parts and limbs are worth. They can split the task here - one to herd the people to safety, while the other plays around with the creature until they're in the all clear. Regardless, his arms band glows to life, sword in hand.

'If that thing is here, does that mean there's a tear nearby? So close to Albany's guys...'