“Eat us?”
It wasn’t like Vaan to panick—but then again, one could never know. Larsa crossed his arms, a brow furrowed, looking intently to the door. Surely something could be done. He had potions, anyway… and how exactly had they found themselves in this predicament? Perhaps flying off with Vaan had not been—the best choice.
“Can’t you summon an Esper—? Or—have you the mist to perform a quickening?”
“An esper or a quickening,” he stated, more a reiteration than a question.
Larsa’s quick-thinking was a quality to be grateful for in moments like this. Hearing a swooping channel of wind on the opposite of the door, it was obvious the adversary wasn’t going anywhere. A wyvern, meaning flying enemy… White Whirl would probably be best, if he could muster the magic power to do so.
“Let’s see, uhh.“