Just before Cid wondered if he should get into the Fortress and mow the bastard down straight from the air--- and this was were fighting those bloody bats did alongside Vincent did come in handy, dodge-rolling directly to the side of the red light and ow that would've hurt a ton.
"I'm getting way too fucking old for this-- sunovanuglybitchinggun, would you get down here?!" Making demands in previous battles had never helped, however, and he doubted it would here. But now - he could jump far, yeah, but not up to the ceiling.
So.
Scrambling for metal box that was supposed to be the blimp's basket? Was a go. That thing had protection and a cramped space inside. Very nice.