He pauses to get his bearings as he shifts from his own quiet dream into another which contains a series of shifts in itself: a changing, uncertain world. The terrain is unusual, yet adapting to these new surroundings only takes a moment. He's used to thinking on his feet, and on the surface of the pale, cold landscape, the lone figure stands out to him almost at once, the movement and obvious haste drawing his attention. He recognizes the uniform and sees the creatures in pursuit.

Of course, he won't leave any of his men behind, no matter their rank.

He moves, then, quickly, bounding past Cloud and attacking the creatures directly, putting himself between them and the other man as he sweeps through the enemy with the long, bright sword suddenly in his hand.