The monsters went down far more easily that he would have expected, but he couldn't exactly say he was complaining. Perhaps these types of creatures were simply weak, like the beasts Sephiroth would brag about taking down in one blow, or Genesis' irritation and strange retorts at the fact. Funny how life seemed to change so quickly, but he was created to adapt after all.

Not important. Someone seemed injured.

Sliding the small sword back into its holster, the winged man stepped forward carefully, holding out one hand to help the other up, or at least offer a bit of support. There had been quite a few of those things anyway, and he still wasn't sure of where there would be a medical facility anywhere nearby.

Then again... he hadn't tried exerting his true powers yet, so there was the off chance he would be able to offer a Cure spell if the other needed it. But he would wait and see, first of all.

"You alright?" He asked, as though he hadn't even been fighting at all. And truthfully, the attempt had been effortless, so he truly hadn't.