[ Molten monsters don't leave much of a mess, only a few errant ashes that Luka flicks from his blade before sheathing it. ]

Not fond of nicknames, eh Sephi?

[ He's absolutely going to use a nickname from now on. Welcome to your new life. ]

I don't have anything that fancy up my sleeve, so you definitely overdid it. Still... [ He clicks his tongue, hands on his hips as he surveys the bodies strewn out in the sand. ] Damn effective. I'll go fetch the bucket.

[ It's not a bucket. But in any case, away he goes, leaving Sephiroth with their fallen quarry as he fetches the pot and the tools the kojin blacksmith had loaned them for the job. Masoto had given them some instruction on how best to gather the creatures' molten cores without damaging them, but being from a family of hunters, Luka is pretty sure it won't be too difficult. Just like skinning an antelope. If that antelope were made of magma.

It doesn't take him long, and he plops the container down in the sand, setting the tools within clanking about. ]

So... you want to do the honors first or shall I?