Lenne gasped as she watched Ifrit take a painful blow. In the back of her mind, she knew she'd be in awe of Saix sometime later. When he wasn't scaring her to death. Meanwhile, she just kept up her steps, keeping a steady rhythm to her darkness dance. She noted Ifrit beginning to stagger, and lit a strong FIRE! on the aeon. To the unknowing, it might have seemed cruel, however, fire was Ifrit's element, and that small spell had healed the previous wounds.

Ifrit roared as the fire tore through him, the heat mending his lesser wounds, but there were still strong pains from the heavy blows dealt by Saix's claymore. He snarled out smoke and as he made another large swipe at Saix, the aeon cast FIRA on the man just before the blow would connect.