Ga'nar peered at the little girl. Hmm, really? He chuckled. "I am not in the mood for defeating a child. Go home to your blood mother, little one. I have no time for games. Moogle-thing, attend me!"

The moogle rolled her eyes. "Forgive him, he's always a brute." She ducked a swing from Ga'nar's fist. "I am Kuplo Kopp and this is Ga'nar."