Yeah he has no fucking clue what the gigantic water bubble that seems to have emerged from the ocean is.

But in addition to being a gigantic water bubble that puts the blitzball stadium to shame in size, it is a gigantic water bubble that is actively using antigrav tech (or something) to slowly pull all of the buildings with a view of the coast apart, piece by piece, as their structural integrity is insufficient to resist the gravitational force. It is also a gigantic water bubble that is actively shooting missiles at the buildings.

And for some damn reason seems to be aiming directly for the stadium. He doesn't know why it feels like that's true, but it does, it feels like it's directly attacking the blitzball stadium and all of the rest of the city that's being casually destroyed is just irrelevant collateral damage.

For the first time he regrets never having been curious about what, exactly, the world outside the island looks like.

(...he's not sure why he's never been curious about that. He would've expected himself to want to know. But it's only occurring to him now that he doesn't know, and that maybe he should've, because then he would know why a gigantic water sphere is destroying his city and killing everyone in it.)

He spares a moment to be grateful for the unnecessarily showy technique he'd been performing just a second earlier, for having thrown him up and out of the water, and another moment to be grateful for the slowly falling metal beam he's holding onto. Azym is not sure he's going to survive the night, but he has a much better chance of doing that if he's not in the over thirty thousand tonnes of water as it stops being able to hold its weight.

One final moment to be grateful for his own upper body strength as he pulls himself up onto said falling beam, and he's running.

In retrospect it is perhaps not the best idea for him to run along an unstable metal beam that used to hold the half-ceiling of the blitzball stadium as it collapses, he thinks to himself as he jumps off it and onto a piece of said half-ceiling with a desperate dash. He is really really not sure he'll find a way... down...

No use worrying about it. He runs, away from the giant whatever-it-is that's inside the water bubble, and keeps his eyes peeled for any further structures he can jump onto as the ceiling slowly curves down into becoming a wall.

He really, really should have thought this through a little bit better.

The antigrav effect's reaching him, too, now, and there are pieces of debris lazily floating up from where they used to be pieces of the street leading out of the stadium.

Once again, no use worrying about it. He jumps.

(Of course, the antigrav effect also affects him and so he feels much more courageous about such jumps, and there's a small—well, okay, not that small—part of him that's thrilled by this. Antigrav obstacle runs should have been invented as a sport, this is really cool.)

Somehow, by some miracle, he manages to find enough handholds and floating landings that he makes his way to ground level, and despite his excitement he's happy to be on firm ground again. Now all he has to do is keep running and...

...is... is that...

...what the fuck is Auron doing here?

"I see you're still alive, boy," says the man, who'd just been... standing there... leaning against a half-destroyed statue, ignoring the panicked people running past him. Almost like he'd been waiting for Azym.

"What the fuck," Azym breathes, stopping his mad dash to stare at the man and...

...well, stopping is not great because even though he's still rather high adrenaline this gives him time to notice the burn in his muscles and his lungs from the unfamiliar exercise.

"This way," says Auron, ignoring the question and starting to walk... towards the ruins of the stadium.

"Are you fucking mad? I'm not going after the monster."

Auron grabs a one-handed sword out of a hidden bag inside his coat. Its blade is made of some sort of crystal, light blue coloured and shimmering in the twilight of the emergency lights and the glare of the electronic billboards. "Take this," he says, pressing the sword onto Azym and letting go of it so that the boy has no choice but to accept it. "And follow me."

"I... I've never used a—why do you have a sword—"

Too late, Auron is already walking.

Azym feels a moment of spite trying to tug him towards the... probably safer direction of away from the monster.

On the other hand, Auron is acting mightily suspicious and goddamnit this is the most exciting thing that's happened to him in his life and he might die anyway even if he flees so he might as well die while trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

He runs after the red-coated man.

He continues walking, almost leisurely. At this point, most of the people who would flee have fled, and whatever tragedy the thirty thousand tonnes of falling water from the broken blitzball stadium would cause has already happened. He doesn't go directly into the stadium itself, but rather takes a detour around it, vaulting over debris with agility that belies his age.

Or apparent age, anyway, it's not like Azym really knows how old Auron is.

He follows, eyes darting between his environment for safety and the floating monster for curiosity.

It's stopped actively shooting, now, and seems to just be letting its passive antigrav effect completely wreck the surrounding city.

"You're keeping up," Auron observes with a disdainful tone that suggests he expected to be disappointed. Which is not the same as being positively surprised, of course. "Maybe you won't die after all."

Auron is very, very good at that specific tone of voice.

"Going after the kaiju means I won't die? You realise that makes no sense."

"I won't kill you. It would defeat the point."