Catry woke up to a painful throbbing in his head. It felt like a Diablos had been dancing on it. That Smoky Gobul - he laughably remembered Phisto's lecturing voice as his friend rambled on about the monster, but all Catry could recall was its name - had somehow knocked him out during the battle. And judging from the softness of the ground beneath him, he wasn't laying on volcanic rock. Catry grunted and managed to rally the strength to push Phisto off of him. "Bad state or not, there's hunting to be done," he mumbled. "Get my Lacerator Blade and I'll teach that Gobul a thing or two..."