Kefka grit his teeth, glaring daggers at Celes. That ability of hers was becoming very, very, very annoying. Where were some expendables when he needed them? Or at least a few meat shields.

But the mage's near-perpetual grin was back on his face shortly as he began flinging weak spells left and right, getting faster by the moment. At the end of the barrage he sent a larger, stronger fire spell in their direction, the flames reflecting dangerously in his widened eyes.