The doll's shadowy arm grabbed Billy's legs out from under him, and he went down hard. His head connected harshly with the ground, and for a moment, he was stunned.

The moogle's potion being pressed into his hands made him stir. "Get...Ib...away," he ordered, his words coming out a little fuzzy. They were still too close to the creature, and it would take back its Ib-shield if it could.

He fumbled with the cork to Celes' bottle. Logic was still making funny circles in his head, though, and he didn't trust himself to make his own retreat until he got that potion inside of him.