Kefka's eyes darted between the two Returners. Not only would they not die, but they wouldn't even stand still long enough to get hit by at least one spell? Ugh, how rude! For all their talk about the "good of the world" it'd be a lot better if they were all erased from it!

But that wasn't the problem right now. The problem now was that they had weapons and plenty of magic to spare and he had neither. As far as he was concerned, there was only one thing for him to do now.

The mage lifted the various layers of colorful clothing he wore, turned on his heel, and ran away as fast as he could.