There was certainly a lot of theory and guesstimates being thrown around as to what this legendary dragon actually might be, or what finding and slaying it would entail. Sazh didn't quite have any experience with literal dragons; the closest 'dragon-like' monsters were just different variants upon flying beasts, and he didn't even know how quite to categorize Bahamut's Gestalt Mode. So that left the better side of fairy tales for any sort of insight on Sazh's part, which, however accurate it could end up being in this setting, was ultimately very dwindling in substance in and of itself.

And then the huge roar happened.

The l'Cie and his chocobo passenger were visibly shaken, and as the wild commotion died down he whirled around to find that first triggering noise. It seemed to be from the large mountain relatively nearby, with a swirling cloud of dark dust swirling in large wisps about the peak. [i]Wow. Talk about cliche.[/i] "And... how did I miss that before?" Sazh again thought out loud, his statement laced with threads of both annoyed sarcasm and genuine confusion.

"Welp, nevermind. Guess we found our dragon," The pilot shrugged with resignation, clapping his hands together. "So~, next problem: How we're all gonna get over there..." The three available routes that the female martial artist was keen to point out all seemed to lead to that foreboding mountain. That far-off path that looked to lead up a rocky slope appeared to be the most direct, but also one of the longer and potentially treacherous. The path through the forest didn't fare much better; it seemed easy to lose a sense of direction in there, and that clash of anonymous forces moments ago hinted to something very dangerous in there. The cave was a compromise of the two: a path straight through the mountains itself that could suffer from high danger with potentially low visibility and guidance.

Plus, who was going to go where? Though Saber's valiant stance forward and explanation of her perspective was pretty logical, it didn't bring up a social issue. The fact that all these different worlds and ideologies were clashing together meant conflict between them in most every way wasn't far off; something that had already made itself apparent with all of the in-fighting and confusion abound. Perhaps the act of splitting the party, so to speak, was just to push the greater-conflicting folks away from one another. A balance in combat didn't seem to present itself as much of an issue, as most everyone present here was keen to have their own means of battle or defense (with the curiously obvious exception of Morito)...

[i]"I mean I guess I shouldn't expect anything else from you bright sparks..."[/i]

[i]"All right, what's going on here then?"[/i]

[i]"Alright...I will work with these...people if we're going to fight this 'ancient' dragon,"[/i]

[i][b]"I AM EVAHLD, SON OF NIEL! AND I AM READY TO SLAY A MOTHERFUCKING DRAGON!"[/b][/i]

"Oh dear lords..." Sazh groaned uncontrollably. Just when he had the inkling of a thought that maybe this situation he was stuck in might be in some way not as bad as what happened throughout his previous Focus, something always seemed to have to try and one-up that by several degrees. This 'companionship' here was starting to get painful now. "I think I'm gettin' too old for this shit."