"That was surprising, this is a good-tempered one..." Bertol tightened his grasp on the Moon Materia, letting magic gather around his wrist. He interrupted his cast when a purple haired girl told him to go back. [i]What was her name? Right, Anemone.[/i] He then found himself nearby of another girl actually bit goblins alive. Putting himself a few paces back from the girls, he maintained a few flows of his magic as he harnessed his wooden staff again with his other free hand.

A giant Orc, emerging from the door that the Dwarf escaped into. "That bloody pig, selling his soul to the Dark." Bertol had whispered out a dozen more curses. A fist of rock churned out from his side, as it went pummeling towards the beast.