It doesn't take Tidus long to realise what's going on, though calling the creature a goat - is it? - catches him for a second. But is it goat? Okay. Sure, goat! Better yet--

"Right!" --Their disk is changing course and sending them towards the closed in field, bringing them over the fencing and finding them ground. Tidus jumps off as soon as there's ground under their feet, and the watery transport keeps long enough for Faux to join him; it'll dissipate into the higgledy once more, once he does get off it.

Tidus whistles with fingers in his mouth, trying to attract the blobs his way, bringing out from nowhere a blade of water. A pair of the voidblobs seem to react, but another doesn't, and the one that's tackled the goat horse to the ground isn't relenting on giving up on the animal. It might be too late for that one.