At last, Aang got it. Gene pushed himself up and adjusted his grip on his gun. "Acknowledged. Keep your Moogle and pet out of the way in the meantime." He didn't understand the use of the Dancer job, but he couldn't allow the pitiful display of small creatures attempting to fight monsters.

He set up his weapon to fire a lighting spell, pushed himself up into a crouch, and fired. Another Buer fell.