Unfortunately, while Saïx could tell that the beast was bearing down on him he couldn't quite judge the distance as well as he'd like; Ifrit's blow striking true as a result. And yet, it didn't seem to have drawn actual blood. His coat had come out somewhat worse for the wear as had the clothes under it, but not a drop of blood.

But he wasn't give either of them the time to pay much attention that as he all but launched himself at Ifrit with a snarl of wordless fury. There would be no holding back now, his sword swinging in even as he came. It dodn't matter how long it took, or how many times he missed. The enemy would fall.