As his scythe made his cut, Marluxia's anger was replaced by his usual arrogance, but it was all too brief and the smirk fell away from his face as Saix's eyes began to glow with a familiar, dangerous energy.

Marluxia was no fool. He had gotten his strike in, a fair enough revenge for now. It would be difficult to fight Saix as he was on the best of days. Like this, Marluxia had no chance. Darkness flowed around him as the Graceful Assassin opened up a corridor, intending to leave as soon as possible.

Doubtful though it was he would even escape like this unscathed, it was better than being run through.