So you're the kind of sicko freak who uses kids as meat shields, huh? Too bad I'm not in the mood to play pop goes the weasel or I'd indulge in a little bowling.

[The cloth on Kefka's back bulges, then snaps as six huge wings spring forth. He hops into the air, then zooms forward with wing power and magic flying power. His goal: grab Elloran while in mid-flight, break through a wall into another room, smack his nasty face in.]