With one hand on a rock set into the soil, Duster pushes himself up, letting Akane guide him to the next step. Once on steady ground, he dusted off the dirt on the palm of his hands and turned towards the monster. It was likely a particularly mean Geezard, stronger judging by the unusual color scheme. That was the thing about wildlife, different colors indicated different levels of aggression.

"I can back you up with music just in case," he said as he slipped off the boxy satchel wrapped around his back with a singular strap. "...It doesn't hurt to try Leg Aim. It might just be a metaphor."