The hair on the back of his neck stood up shortly before lightning came down on him. His teeth clenched tighter and he could feel his muscles spasm as pain pulsed through his entire body. Spots danced across his vision as his muscles continued to twitch, but even then he could catch the silhouette of something (or, in this case, someone) charging him.

There was no time to dodge. All Marluxia could do was bring up his scythe in a defensive posture.