Kayne looked as the large dragon ripped itself free from the ground.
The ground almost erupting like a volcano, but instead of lava and molten rock. The roar of a dragon, followed by Bahamut emerged.
Kayne was in slight awe, but his face changed to that of a grin instead, as he looked in his hand. The steal worked, he got himself a potion.
Though, for a range fighter, this materia would not work out that good.
It would be way better for one of the melee class to have it, especially when it evolves into Mug.

He looked at the other materia embedded in his staff. The Enemy Skill.
He dreaded the times that the enemies had to attack him, for him to learn anything.

His eyes drew back to the creature, which where at the mercy of Bahamut's claws for a few seconds.
Judging from the way the Night Fang attacked, it was clear ti was a last desperation attack.
The dude with the baton grew out a grenade. Kayne's eyes widened as the warning came.

Kayne took a few steps away, and crouched. Trying to prepare himself for the shock wave, and possible cave collapse.

-----------------
-Kayne.
[Nothing]

With a soft exhale of breath, Yukio would relax his shoulders, and look away from the scope. The battle rifle was held down at his side, as he mustered another pompous grin, even as his eyes flew skyward at the appearance of Bahamut. Yukio was the self-proclaimed master of composure, and as such, he remained looking as calm and cocky as always, even though, he was quite amazed by the appearance of that legendary dragon. A thought occurred to him, and he glanced at the duo of red orbs on the left side of his rifle. He had two summon materia, and he'd be sure to make it known to the little hot-head.

Though he kept his gun on-hand, he stood there, staring at that writhing creature with a growing sense of victory. Yukio has seen his fair share of battles, and he knew that the monster was at it's end. Yet, this monster seemed to cling to life with a vengeance. Yukio almost felt a bit of pity for the poor thing, as his eyes focused on the bleeding, destroyed eye of the beast. Suddenly, the fiend was set in motion, charging wildly, and setting it's sights for the one known as 'Shadow.' "Hey, watch out!!" Yukio shouted over to the man, before the beast tackled him and the familiar sound of tearing flesh could be heard. Yukio ran towards the beast and the injured Shadow, slipping his left hand in his pocket and pulling out a Potion. Flicking off the top of the vial, he would cast the Potion on Shadow, in an effort to heal him enough so he wouldn't be in danger of being knocked out.

It was only then that he heard the kid's warning. Was he seriously throwing a grenade, in that cave, while the monster was attacking that guy?! First he summons Bahamut, then he tries to blow up the place, that kid really wasn't the brightest, was he? Yukio was going to have a few words with him after that monster was finished. Returning his attention to the beast, he watched as the grenade finished the job, hopefully not injuring that guy too much more in the process. After the dust cleared and the aftershock caused by the grenade's explosion had ceased, Yukio would walk straight in the direction of the kid, and grab him by his shirt, pulling him closer to him.

"Would it be too much for you to use just two-neurons-worth of brain power in that head of yours?! We're in a cave, that means closed quarters! That means you give some thought to your surroundings, and not try to bring the whole place crashing down! And throwing a grenade at a monster while it's in the midst of attacking your comrade isn't good team work, either...!" Yukio let go of him, abruptly, and stepped away from him, lifting up his battle rifle and quickly, yet carefully, disassembling it. The pieces were placed back inside of his coat, in their respective slots. He walked over to the man named Shadow, cocking a hip to the side as he asked him: "Are you okay, man?"

So, apparently, Tokugawa Yukio, while he may be obsessed with his flawless appearance and with himself, he still showed some obvious concern with others...even if he didn't show it in the most polite of manners. He sighed with exasperation, as he looked over to Yuffie, who was commenting on their performance. "Aww, Yuffie, couldn't you at least give us a little applause?" He grinned at the attractive 'ninja,' offering up a smile. Tokugawa Yukio was a strange one. He could switch between different emotions with the flip of a switch. Just seconds ago he was scolding Sage like he was some school teacher disciplining a child, and now he was smiling and acting as though nothing happened. He shrugged a bit, snickering at whatever thoughts he left lingering in his mind. So the count so far was: AVALANCHE - 1, Enemies - 0.

Status:
Tokugawa Yukio
HP [125 / 125]
AP [150 / 200]
Actions: Potion [x1] on Shadow. -50 AP

Firm fingers wrapped around Sage Mallory's pressed white button-up shirt, hoisting him high above ground. A passionate anger flashed across Yukio's cerulean blue eyes, Sage's clear face flashed a bright red in response. The pristine prince spat vehemently, scolding the radical youth on his carelessness. Yukio seemed to wait for a retort, and when none came he released his grip, sending Sage onto his butt. Sage would kill for a scorching comeback to shut that fancy trap up.

Nothing came.

Sage spat the metal ring out of his mouth and glared up at the glowering group commiserating on the other side of the cavern. The gap between them was almost metaphorical. Introspective irony aside, Sage flicked a new cigarette into his mouth and raised his gaze to the stalactite ceiling. It had been easy. The feel of the beasts muzzle brushing up against his hands, the same hands that shook slightly as he thought about it. It had been real god-damned easy!

"ah yeah i'm fine. this happens to me everyday pretty much" came the barely audible confirmation of health from the downed comrade.

"Happens to me ... everyday... huh?" Sage muttered to himself. That makes that guy a target.

"ok which one of you threw the damn grenade and nearly killed me?"

"That'd be me," Sage blurted out suddenly, "And from how fast you moved, you seem ok. How bout a 'thank you for saving my life'?"

Shadow seemed to be writhing in anger, no doubt embarrassed from being a target. Sage couldn't care less. The whole thing seemed stupid, the rag-tag team managed to effortlessly kill the monster. They should be cheering.

"Psh, wasting my breath huh? Tell ya what why don't you just gimme a light with that fire spell your so anxious about using!"

Kayne stood there idly for a minute, the grenade did less damage to the sorroundings then he had expected.

Kayne regained his posture. There was no way in hell that the Night fang would survive that.
Kaine refastened his staff on his back, and noted that he still had the potion he stole from the creature in his hand.
He put it in his pocket, and was suddenly jolted back to what was happening by a somewhat angry person.
Logical thoguh, as the grenade might have made a few gray hairs on him.

Kayne patted the baton user on the shoulder. And Grinned "how about not aiming as close to team mates next time, eh"
He then turned to the scythe user. "If this happens all the time, should you not be used to it by now" he stated wit ha smile, in a mocking tone.

Kayne left them for themselves for a minute, and loafed over to he dead creature. He stood there, looking into its lifeless eye. Then suddenly stomped on the eye.
"Yep, its F'ed" he muttered to himself. He just wanted to be sure.

He turned towards the group. "Soo-" he started, saying it loud enough to gain everyones attention, or at least this is what he hoped. He held in his hand a small yellow orb, namely the [Steal] materia.
"Anyone want to swap this. I'm really not a melee user myself." he joked, but in all senses true.

Sage flicked out his baton and ran a finger over the bumps of materia embedded in the weapon. The red one had summoned a massive dragon, its frothing breath had ruptured the caves peacefulness and ruined the beast they fought with powerful scaled arms. The green one just sat there. Pulling out the guidebook Sage studiously located the gems information.

Magic, he thought prying the green materia [Earth] from its resting place, I won't be needing this. Sage pushed himself to his feet, the whole fiasco with the grenade had been all that jerk in whites fault. The youth couldn't bring him to forget about what happened. He raised the green materia up and pointed it towards Kayne.

"Hey, I think we're better off with each other's stuff. This one has no use to me," he stated plainly as the group began to move further into the cave, "...tsk...looks like we gotta walk and talk."