The scene unfolded about as predictably as it began. The dragon lashed out, but its attacks were slow and wide. The other actors ducked out of the way and struck with their prop weapons. Inside the suit, Cloud was sweating up a storm. He had managed to get used to moving in the thing, but how poorly the material breathed didn't do much to help him at all.

A few choice blows and the healer was freed, allowing them to form a united front against the monstrous scourge before him. Pyrotechnics went off as they struck as one, and the dragon stumbled backward in pain.

And then Cloud tripped over a piece of scenery and tumbled less than gracefully into the pit he was scripted to fall down. Good thing there was a cushion down there. He groaned in pain as Mako flitted over, helping to remove the costume head.

"Did you see any friends, kupo?"

"No, I couldn't see ANYTHING. I told you this was dumb!"

"Hrmph! Well excuse me for trying to help, kupo!"