If Lenne had expected Saïx to flinch from the heat of the more powerful fire spell, she had guessed wrong. Instead Saïx merely weathered the blow like he had before, even though his clothes and hair were beginning to show the effects of repeated exposures to flame.
However, instead of swinging again at Ifrit, he simply held his ground, blocking the swipe with he sword. He couldn't see Xemnas - or not very well - but he could hear him, even through the rage that roared through his veins. The one voice that could be heard over all others; the one voice he would always obey, pulling his rage down and in until he was if not as calm as he had first been, then and least only half-mad. The rage was leashed, but only just. It still lurked close to the surface, should it become necessary again.
And should Lenne have doubted the truth of Xemnas' words, Saïx answered the last comment with a simple smile. All he needed to imply that he would quite gladly finish the aeon if requested to.
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However, instead of swinging again at Ifrit, he simply held his ground, blocking the swipe with he sword. He couldn't see Xemnas - or not very well - but he could hear him, even through the rage that roared through his veins. The one voice that could be heard over all others; the one voice he would always obey, pulling his rage down and in until he was if not as calm as he had first been, then and least only half-mad. The rage was leashed, but only just. It still lurked close to the surface, should it become necessary again.
And should Lenne have doubted the truth of Xemnas' words, Saïx answered the last comment with a simple smile. All he needed to imply that he would quite gladly finish the aeon if requested to.