Looks like hitting the Horseman with the horseshoes was the right move, but there went his companion, using his magic to turn the shoes into bindings. Well, he better be able to bend them back later because he said he'd return what he could.

Walking over, a fist on one hip and tossing another shoe up and down, and then twirling it around a finger, Zidane grins over at the older guy, setting aside that first issue for now.

"Hey, not a bad use of magic. I'll have to keep something like that in mind."

Who'd he would end up using it on first, who knows. Important thing was, now they had the chance to work on this.

"So... guess we outta clear up this head nonsense, right?"