[Voice]

[i_love_squats]

[Zack's hard breathing can be heard over the communicator's waves, an almost panting, and his black Shinra-issued boots scuff on the ground outside. As his voice filters across the speakers, he sounds generally exhilarated, excited, both to out of the house and to be fighting something as black and white as venomous monsters. Who can blame him, really?]

Am I the only one that thought that thing looked like Bahamut?

Hey, anyone out there that needs some help, let me know.; these things are pretty nasty on a whole new level. For right now, though, I'm headed down towards the fires to help put them out. Last thing this place needs is to lose some shops.

And Sakura, I've seen some of your handiwork there. Pretty impressive. Gonna have to tell me how you learned to do that some day.

[There is a low hum as he swipes his sword, and the wet schuck as it cuts through something that is wet, juicy, and formerly living. Zack knows that he's going to need a hot bath and extra soap after today, plus a dry cleaner or laundromat if he can find one. When he talks again, his tone is low, an after thought. ]

This whole damn thing reminds me way too much of my dream. Darkness and fire.

Darkness and fire.

Twice in a row, now. This is starting to get creepy.