Saïx, on the other hand, wasn't above leaving people with a few marks to show their narrow escapes. Wounds let you know that you had survived. Pain as well, for that matter. And he had no problem with a bit of violence.

Or more than a bit even. But for now he'd follow NiGHTS' lead, answering her roar with a gruff snarl. The snarl of an angry beast on a hunt, and certainly nothing that you would expect to hear coming out of his mouth, had it not been for the fact that it just had.