This...in some ways wasn't the worst sensation of death that Mary had felt. It wasn't as hopeless and draining as her death back in Kingston, and what had happened to her on the Night of Thirteen Moogles had hurt, it had hurt a lot, and it lasted to the point where it was hard to tell if she'd died or not. The crashing of her airship at least had a dramatic suddenness to it

She heard and felt Bahamut's wings before she fully saw him, and seeing him flying before him hammered home the threat they were facing as she recalled Barkeep's warning. She cursed inwardly that it seemed they couldn't rescue Ramza just yet and she hoped it wasn't too late. But for now...

She needed to get closer to the dragon to do something about it. Pulling a loop of rope from her belt she ran up towards him, and with the power of Rope's End she lashed it into the air to swing out, aiming to get herself up onto the hydra dragon's back.