"I'm not sure," Rukia frowned. "It's definitely reading as some sort of spirit."

And she could swear that, even from here, the air smelled thick and sweet. But this was a holiday of candy, so that wasn't so unusual. Surely such a formidable foe wouldn't be made of sugar as well.

She looked at Graham, then back at the Moogle. She could see how conflicted he was; his expressions were as plain as day.

"Go," she advised with a nod, then smiled. "Just be careful. I have no desire to see my ally become a pancake."