On the plus side, Zidane has captured one of the dolls.

On the downside, a heavy Garlean man is now semi-crushing him beneath their weight.

Emet-Selch struggles upwards (possibly accidentally putting his hand in inconvenient places like Zidane's face) before finally rolling off with a muffled 'Oof'.

"Nyx," he growls. His familiar pokes her head out of a dark patch of space and cocks it curiously. "Go fetch my gunblade."