The first to move is the first to fall. A flash of red flickers above the monster's head before the long line of Rapier's blade comes down like the fall of a fated crimson arrow. It pierces straight through the beast's head, the blade singing through the air to meet the dull, wet thump of yielding flesh and bone. Genesis follows the blade a split instance later, his weight driving the blade deeper, and slamming the monster chin first to the ground. It isn't even given the grace of a final death wail as Genesis rises to his feet, drawing Rapier from the skull.

Flicking blood and gray matter from the edge, Genesis brings the blade to level with the second displacer beast, and watches the animal's surprisingly intelligent calculations. This prey isn't worth risking life and limb for. Not with the red one here, and its mate suddenly dead. The beast hisses, barbed tendrils flaring in threat, but it backs away. Then, its fur shimmers, and the beast vanishes back into the shadows. When the sound of its many footsteps falls to silence, Genesis exhales, and lowers Rapier's edge.

Gesturing with his free hand, Genesis sweeps his arm out towards the fallen monster at his feet.

"Well, well, well, I come for a lovely walk in the woods, and find a damsel in distress. How very heroic of me, no?" He laughs, and fully turns to Cloud with an air of exceeding smugness. "You're welcome for the rescue, Strife."