This was getting aggravating. There weren't many bugs left, but they were still annoying. Roxas had no way of knowing what kind of magic they were weak against and he wasn't going to burn the mana to find out. He met the next bug that charged at him, deflecting its talons to the side with Oathkeeper and swiping its head off with Oblivion. Another came in right behind. He skirted around its side and stabbed into it with both Keyblades. It kicked him in the shin in its death throes. That was going to be a pretty bruise.

Wasn't there one more somewhere?

Oh. Fox had it... And had already killed when he looked. Now she was... writing some notes. He didn't ask. She had mentioned making sure to get some information. That included finding out what the monsters had to give up. It also meant the messy task of gutting the monsters, since they had no other way of carrying anything other than in their stomachs.

As it turned out, these bugs carried a synth material none of them had seen before and Roxas wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what they'd eaten to have the crystals in he first place.

"Hmm... you could probably make a good armor out of these shells," he remarked, tapping on one of them, "See if an armorer in town would buy them. Anyway, maybe we should move on. We could pick these up on the way back if someone else doesn't take them while we're gone." He did pocket his share of the synth materials and made a mental note to ask the Moogles what type they were.