As the Heroes that remained behind fought valiantly against the Marshmallow Mog (or attempted to eat him, in some cases), a lone airship rose from the twelfth district. Ales manned the wheel, frantically shouting orders to the Heroes stationed either on deck or at the canons. His puppet is standing next to him, and as he could not afford to divert his attention away from steering, it did everything else: flipping switches, adjusting dials, and standing watch at the window. If anything, it would protect him from enemies that climbed on board, not that it was a possibility. One had to be careful of infiltrators no matter what.

The ship turned directly to the giant Moogle, its pure white body clear against the dark sky. Ales shivered from both the cold wind and the monster they were up against. There had been sentient confectionary in his world, most which would attempt to attack others, so he understood that they couldn't treat a giant marshmallow with any less seriousness than a flesh-and-blood enemy.

"Prepare the canons!" Ales shouted at those nearby.