The smile spreading over the Moogle's face turned into something far more terrifying as bits of his "flesh" melted under the fire attacks. It seemed to hurt, but it didn't seem to be about to kill him, only enrage him. He moved one of his massive hands in the path of the Loftwing, hoping to catch it.

For how huge it was, the moogle king wasn't blind and noticed the rope Graham running circle around him with his rope. With his feet damaged, the king was left with only one choice. Moggle Mog flapped his wing and started flying. While it wasn't an attack, his wings flapping were sure to create a burst of wind powerful enough to destabilized the airship and the Loftwing.

Then he moved his staff by the rope Graham was holding and swung it, hoping for the staff and rope to mingle. If it was to happen, he would try to swing it around-- And with it, Graham. This however, meant he didn't pay attention to the airship any more.